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Apr 2018
I got tired of burying my friends.

Grave

After grave

After grave.

They all suffered the same fate

I’ve tried so hard to reach.

But that’s the problem with being immortal.

You can never die.

No matter how ******* hard you try.

My friends,

They were young.

It’s not like

They grew old

And died.

No, they chose

To take their own lives.

Imagine

Watching that

When you want nothing more

Than to die yourself,

But you can’t.
aslan
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aslan  24/Two-Spirit
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