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May 2020
It grips me tight
But I try to hide it
Like a parasitic vine grown from what was thought to be mere anxiety wrapping itself around my body
I am ashamed of it
I feel as if I am a monster admitting to a lover that I am cursed
But they are too caught in their dream version of me to truly care about it and the effects it has on me
Yeah so anyways
Currently trying to remind myself that my friends and acquaintances *probably* dont hate me again
Squid
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Squid  16/F
(16/F)   
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     Fawn and V
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