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Dec 2019
There I sat, with the weight of the world perched upon my back.
The thought that this could not get worse.
This could not be heavier.
Then you came.
With your pretty words.
And you showed me…
This could ******* get worse.
This could indeed get ******* heavier.
*******!
Written by
Bethany Lacey  35/Cisgender Female
(35/Cisgender Female)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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