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Apr 2018
Do you see me?
I am yelling your name
But you look everywhere
But at me.

We're going to different places
In life, and I wish I could follow
You, and be there for you when
All else fails.

But we have been set
On separate paths, so
I'm afraid we will drift
Away, in the end.

'Twas a pleasure.
A fear of mine.
Connor
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Connor  19/Genderqueer/Clarksville, TN
(19/Genderqueer/Clarksville, TN)   
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