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Nov 2018
Sometimes I feel like a spectre
drained of all my joy like I'm at a party for dementors
Ooo sometimes I feel so restrained
ooo sometimes the prison is my brain

Patronus
I'm phoning
please come light the way

Patronus
I might be folding
I'm trying not to lose your face....
Hopeless Outlet
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Hopeless Outlet  34/M/NYC
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