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Nov 2017
Here's the thing.
It doesnt matter how much someone else can see the beauty
I can't
I can't even come close.
I'm nothing but A model of dust and ruins
I'm nothing but hurting
I can't even breathe the same air as someone
Without the feeling of always suffocating
Help me to BE ABLE TO BREATHE
Help me to cope with my constant anxiety
Grey Pryor
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Grey Pryor  19/FTM/Californa
(19/FTM/Californa)   
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   Glassmuncher and Vivi Greene
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