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Jul 2019
At times I barely function
The anxiety pins my mind

Unfocused, fearful, unorganized
anguish ahead, regrets behind

The darkness keeps on creeping
but oh! that twilight sky I find!

to undo the blind brutality
for her and them, something quiet kind
Qualyxian Quest
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Qualyxian Quest  54/M/Elsewhere
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