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Apr 2018
And forever she sat, alone on the edge.
Waiting for someone she knew to be dead.
While simultaneously still holding the hope
That someone, anyone, would give her a shove.
So she could fly, and play pretend
while losing herself to the void within.
Monotone
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Monotone  22/Non-binary/Wisconsin, USA
(22/Non-binary/Wisconsin, USA)   
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