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Jul 2019
When my heart broke
it was because I was told my life might be short.
When my heart broke
I realized I might not want to fight.
To fight life
I feel as if the reasons I had to fight have died.
That is the sickest part of it all.
Grey Pryor
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Grey Pryor  19/FTM/Californa
(19/FTM/Californa)   
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