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Oct 2017
Every morning I wake to bleeding fingers.
I sleep on a bed made from loose grenade pins.
Just reminders of a past life.
A former self.
Traits and abilities I haven't unlocked yet.

I will never be enough.

Even a glass full of water
Looks empty
From far enough away.
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b  20/M/canada
         Imran Islam, alex, Ahmad Cox, munyah, Xallan and 3 others
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