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May 2020
sometimes
it's hard to know
that people
keep walking
when i
fall.

it's always hard
when you keep walking.
i wish you'd offer me a hand. even if it's not mine to take anymore. even if it's connected to hers, i don't ******* care. i just need you to pick me up.

5-8-2020
idiosyncrasy
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