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Sep 2017
12:27.

A **** holy time when my mind shouldn't be thinking of such things;

Yet here I am,

Frail and desolate.

An uneasy heart and a volatile head;

I could just explode.

I could just cease.

I, I could justβ€”

Never mind.

Never mind not knowing.

Never mind not being here for me.

You,you couldn't listen anyways.

At least you'd keep me company.

Just like a room dim lit.
I don't know if I spew out real words

But

I still miss you

Even if you remember me as a last resort
woolgather
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woolgather  23/Non-binary/Philippines
(23/Non-binary/Philippines)   
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