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Apr 2019
We we talk, I do it softly.  
I don’t want to say something to upset you.
Sometimes, I feel like there’s a countdown to when I’m going to mess up next, and ruin it forever.

Will you keep me around?
I hope we survive.
sierra gautschi
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sierra gautschi  16/F/houston
(16/F/houston)   
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