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Dec 2018
Blue rain rains on my blue face,
something falls
and it's forgotten;
it's not nothing,
yet it's me.
Yet I
refuse to be forgotten,
refuse to fall,
still alive.
My mind rewinds and whispers
of times when I died.
So I die,
confused and yet alone.
Nis
Written by
Nis  21/Trans Female/Spain
(21/Trans Female/Spain)   
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   R J Coman
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