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Apr 2020
I contemplated opening up,
To you or to anyone,
To bear my soul,
For anyone to understand me,
See me! See me!
Understand my condition,
My damage,
The ever twirling mist that surrounds my vision,
Hear me! Hear me!
All I hear is their whine, their cry,

The beckoning howl of those hounds.
Anastasia
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Anastasia  29/F/a galaxy far, far away
(29/F/a galaxy far, far away)   
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     ---, preston and Pluto
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