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Jan 2019
When i pick up the pencil its a part of me and what I write is how I feel its what I see when I type down the words I see them magically appear. And all the flow and the composure im left with no fear. All the thoughts I have go on the paper , time is endless there is no such thing as later.
Noah
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Noah  14/Bigender/California
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