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Aug 2018
grasping at things
not meant for me.
they slip from
my hands so

full of fear.

what does the future hold?
they say it gets better
and i'm screaming

also old, but not as old.
written: 05/05/2018
revised: 08/30/2018
elle jaxsun
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elle jaxsun  27/Non-binary/🏜
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