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May 2019
Bad days come and go
they weigh me down
they're heavy on my chest
they're a strain on my breath

Bad days come and go
they tire me out
they're a fog I can't clear
they're the blur in my eyes

Bad days come and go
they wear me down
they're cuts against my skin
they're the weariness in my bones

Bad days come and go
they come and go
they come and never go

It's just another bad day

Right?
5/5/19
Beaux
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Beaux  21/Trans Male/Beyond the stars
(21/Trans Male/Beyond the stars)   
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       ---, Tatiana, kain, --- and Mysidian Bard
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