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Jul 2016
As I sit here, watching the sun set,
I can't help the flow of memories that come to haunt me.
I can't help but think of the times we watched the sun set together.
I used to be sad every time I sat on this roof,
But now, it is the safest place for me.
This is not that good. I'm sorry.
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Alex  23/Non-binary/Kentucky
(23/Non-binary/Kentucky)   
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