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Feb 2020
It's growing cold walking upon this memory, Warm skin morphed into shadows so lucid. Scouring for words to say, as I go on each day.... I watch the clouds roll by, & Now I realize all that is left is goodbye.... If only you proved worth a try.
once privileged
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once privileged  28/F/Michigan
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