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Jan 2019
I saw the hurt,
the night killing the day,
and
the day kills the night.
An eternal battle.
The dark of dusk
and
The bright of dawn
distracted us
from our fears.
Our frears of
Love
Lost
Broken
and
Devastated.
I’ve seen the hurt.
s Willow
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s Willow  22/Gender Fluid/Any dark room
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