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Apr 2019
In 3 days, its the day
The day i grow older
The day we all dread
At somepoint in life
I dont like this day
Like i really should
For i find that thinking
Dark, wary thoughts
Is the one thing for me
So then
Happy birthday me
have a great time
You're one year
Closer to your demise
Bones
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Bones  Gender Nonconforming
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