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Feb 2018
i had the sweetest dream- that rain was falling, the sweetest dream that when it ended, i ended. and rain was falling and tears were falling and i was smiling, at all the destruction left in my wake, and rain was falling. that day of my wake i wake up in bed, nothing has been destroyed there are no tears, not at my wake.

but it is still raining
consequences can only be imagined
and they will never be
what you imagine them to be
Maxx
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Maxx  22/M/Philly
(22/M/Philly)   
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