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Apr 2017
Fading away,
With nothing to say.

I'm trying to fight,
but nothing work from day to night.

Talk to me,
There is no fee.

What happened to the convos we had?
For I feel like I did something bad.
Cheyenne Fox-Dulgarian
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Cheyenne Fox-Dulgarian  18/F
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