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Jan 2017
I want nothing more than for you to be happy
but my anxiety is climbing, heart racing
I can't keep up with the

slow

moving

time

and you pulling away from me.
I hope the sun warms your skin.
You could have the world if I had the power to take it from the universe, cup it gently, place it into your hands
all I ask
allow me to stay in it
I'm choking on the atmosphere
wren cole
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wren cole  23/FTM/NC
(23/FTM/NC)   
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