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Sep 2019
The only person
I wanted to see today
Isn't even here
So I'll just sit
Do my work
Let the minutes
Pass like moths
Fluttering to the light
They're sick. It *****, but it's okay.
Written by
kain  Non-binary/Haven, ME
(Non-binary/Haven, ME)   
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