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Nov 2016
Scream, then silence.
Move, then stop.
Think, then get lost;
Cut your soul in half.

Drowning in my own sorrow,
I find myself breathing;
Nonparallel to what I thought; *

Parallel to what I'm thinking.*

See not the light of the world;
For only then you will see how darkened it really is;
It's better to see in the darkness;
At least it's the reality that you'll witness.
Don't be
woolgather
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woolgather  23/Non-binary/Philippines
(23/Non-binary/Philippines)   
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     traces of being, ---, Moonsocket and Isabelle
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