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Jun 2018
Everything
Is slow.
I feel
Like I'm
Crawling
Inch by inch
Through
Thick
Molasses
Towards
A goal
Which
Is swimming
Far away
Faster
Than I ever
Could.
Written by
Danny M  19/Gender Fluid/USA
(19/Gender Fluid/USA)   
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