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Oct 2018
I feel like curling into a ball
I miss myself
I miss warmth
Happiness
I miss the feeling of a first loves kiss
The tingling in my fingertips
but all I’ve left is dark and grey
Cassian
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Cassian  18/New Mexico
(18/New Mexico)   
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