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May 2019
Thinking about how little time to we have
Before something bursts us.
It's either them
or ourselves, corrupted with grey matter.
Before the ground takes us apart
Piece by piece.
Before we're nothing but past.
How little time do we have for making something out of ourselves?
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Theo  19/Non-binary
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