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Sep 2018
It burns doesn't it
When you struggle to see
Even in broad daylight

That's what it felt like

A burning sensation in my eyes

Although I couldn't quite capture the figure
I knew danger was in the air

So
I did what I deemed fit
I took my last breath

And swallowed my death potion

For I was only trying to escape


The figure in my imaginations.
Dee
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Dee  13/Bigender/Jam
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     Enia, ---, Fawn and Sin
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