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Jul 2019
same old street, it's raining light
when will i suspend my sight?
powerless, yet still up for a fight
when all is wrong, just turn right

same old street, it's always night
when will i suspend my flight?
powerless, enshrouded by fright
when all is wrong, just write.
im so afraid of growing up. what is the future telling me, will it be kind?
keneth
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keneth  22/Gender Fluid
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