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Aug 2017
crumpled t-shirts pile up
like regrets
every empty cup
an inner mess
do your notebooks
feel like failures?
do you leave lost dreams
on broken hangers?
i don't know where stress ends or sad begins. everything is fuzzy. fuzzy like low blood sugar and guilt. where is my safety? why don't i breathe safely
avalon
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avalon  20/F
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