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Mar 2019
Will I be thinking back to you this time next year?
When the snow becomes water on the cement terrain outside...
Water weighs a lot.
And for how much I cry about things I have a lot on my mind...
Just like we were told the clouds felt like when it rained.
The point of this was you are on my mind and I don't think I'm straight, I just don't want a relationship.
Roslyn
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Roslyn  19/Gender Fluid
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