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Dec 2018
If this may be it
Please conform
To the wishes of the
Switch

I may not know

But I know this is it
I’m afraid of the
Time in which this
Clicks

This may be it
I need some conversation, my brain is imploding, the river of thought is stirring, I’m nervous, I hope this isn’t the ******* of life surrounded by my expression of life. I need some quite, but this energy is reprised by sight.
Angel
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Angel  24/F
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