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Feb 2020
he went to sleep thirty minutes ago
and thats ok
but the silence that isn't silence seeps into my brain
and corrupts the veins that are already black with self hatred
people are sick of me and that's ok,
I dance with the alcoholics, I can't be trusted
I am desperately sad and no one can save me
and thats ok, thats ok.

It's ok.
Bleurose
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Bleurose  27/Agender
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     Wyatt, Kai and Bijan Rabiee
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