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Dec 2018
the only ******
I care for
is your
**** soul-

the quirks,
the pains,
the habits,

the ways
you’d **** yourself
if you
really had the
chance to.

the only ******
I care for
is drinking alone
at four in the morning,

wishing for
something
to take it all
and make it
better;

to
put some
clothes
on it.
Written by
Jonathan Helling  30/Cisgender/Ohio
(30/Cisgender/Ohio)   
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