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Dec 2018
They’re close,
Getting closer.
About to break free.
About to cross from,
A different realm of exsistance.
Few can see them.
The ones that do are ridiculed.
Everyone can see them.
I only see my own.
So many,
I still feel lonely.
I see my demons
Can you see yours?
s Willow
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s Willow  22/Gender Fluid/Any dark room
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