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Jan 2020
I stand at the edge of a barren waste land.

Endless battles, struggles, pain has been had here.

I look down in my hand. A crystal, held in palm.

I feel the past, and the future here, and I cry.

What cost.
Written by
moonlitKamori  28/Trans Female
(28/Trans Female)   
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   Max Neumann
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