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Mar 2020
I can’t keep living this way,
In fear of missing you.
I want to laugh at the past,
All I do is cry instead.
I hope one day we meet again,
It may be sooner nowadays.
My world is dark, my smile is blank.
Why did no one tell me depression was my fate.
Written by
Blake  24/FTM
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