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Jun 2019
I built a solid room from scratch
every inch gaurded with heavy metal

Years pass and I think to myself

I am going to die in this dark lit room

I had to leave

I had to leave pieces of me

I still don't know if I miss them yet
Gabrielle
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Gabrielle  26/TX
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   Bogdan Dragos
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