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Apr 2020
My mind has since run out of options
And I have to contend with the reality that you're not here,
Laying next to me.
The reality that I won't see you for another few hours.
I hate waking up to an empty bed.
My firefly
Dexter Aondofaseer
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Dexter Aondofaseer  24/M/Saint Petersburg, Russia
(24/M/Saint Petersburg, Russia)   
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