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Sep 2019
I don't want to write, or do anything else. I have energy, but a lack of motivation. I don't care about my words anymore, they're just sentences smacked together. I want to dream. Just lucid dream, until the sun rises for the 5th time. Until you'll be mine.
Your Local Grocery Store
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Your Local Grocery Store  Non-binary/Aisle 13/He, Him
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