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Feb 18
Whenever I cry it isn’t obvious.
I’m not loud and I don’t get ****
I just sit quietly, breathing, my eyes slowly dripping, as I’m thinking
About the things and the people that got me to this point
But most of all, myself.
DG
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DG  17/F/Nowhere, but only for now
(17/F/Nowhere, but only for now)   
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