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Sep 2017
Listening to my own noise;

Foolish.

Craving help,

Yet never asking.

As I see your world;

I might just stain it,

Take away time and waste it.

I'm being left behind;

It ain't your fault.

Don't bother.

I'm not worth anything, anyway.

With hapless weight at the other end of the chain,

Fallen down,* forgotten.

**It would be nice if it was at least remembered.
Don't bother finding the first one
woolgather
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woolgather  23/Non-binary/Philippines
(23/Non-binary/Philippines)   
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