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May 2019
I can smell the smiles,
Widen across the faces

I hear the crazed laughter
Their beautiful raspy voices

The time is ticking, the clock still rings
Life is a marathon, we're all running races

Bliss is like a bell
Its ringing is lovely and shrill

All these peoples
and their thrills

Second-hand happiness
can ****
AngryTeen
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AngryTeen  15/Transmasculine/This Hellhole
(15/Transmasculine/This Hellhole)   
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     Fawn, ---, Erian Rose and Harper
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