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Nov 2020
Insecurities bottled up and buried within
Rises like bile on a sick Saturday evening.
Realization creepsΒ Β fast and thoughts
embeds itself into your brain.
A helpless cry for help

Untitled is what you are
No name, no face just a feeling
Just a dot in my head
Yet you get bigger and darker by the day
getting bigger until I'm untitled as well.
Andrea
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Andrea  22/Genderqueer
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