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Aug 2019
I ran into my friends.
Baggage in hands.
I don’t like this feelings.

I was going back to Lizzie and Matt.
And I found my old friends.
Those who I went to school with
back in Australia.

Panic attack.

I ran away.
juno
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juno  18/dc.
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