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Jan 2019
There used to be a plane
in dreams I had to abstain of
because they were all covered in blood

Understood, I said
and then I bled with them too

Understood should what should be said and what I should do.

SO of of how it began to bleed all into my still.

and still how often it hurts.
T R S
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T R S  29/M
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