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Jun 2019
i was right yet again
and i’m too tired to write anything good
i’m just tired of the hurt
and not knowing what to physically do with myself
because sleep isn’t an option
as all i’ll dream about his him
when i lose consciousness after three hours
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Dean  21/M
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