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Jan 2017
i swore to myself
id never be like my father
wouldnt follow my brother
grow into soiled shoes
but promises aside, i still find myself
laying in bed on a friday night
wishing i had fewer emotions
less expected of me
and more
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wren cole
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wren cole  26/Non-binary/NC
(26/Non-binary/NC)   
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   Amethyst Fyre
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