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Aug 2016
I am dead inside

No free will
No happiness
No bliss

My eternal soul snapped to pieces
Like the fragile cracks of a sudden drop
I have been tossed
Like the rotten food of last weeks meal and I ponder

Will I ever be yours again
Will this wave settle us into the sound
Will your embrace ever come back

The love
The care
The eternal bliss in which I longed for so
For now it is all but a dream

And yet
I crave with my whole being
For it to be real
Cerasium
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Cerasium  31/Gender Nonconforming/Phoenix, Arizona
(31/Gender Nonconforming/Phoenix, Arizona)   
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   Edward Alan
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