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May 2020
I stand there in the shower
Music playing as I contemplate next year
My pulse quickens
My vision blurs
Hands numb I sit on the shower floor
The water pouring onto my back
Mixing with my tears as they run into the drain
I see my future
Swirling down with my tears
Beck singing faintly in my ears
I’m a loser, baby, so why don’t you **** me
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No money? Check. Global pandemic? Check. Parents make too much for pell/ scholarships, but not enough to be able to help a lot? Check. Starting college in the fall? Maybe, maybe not. Depends on the money, but my parents don’t seem to get that
atticus wilson
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atticus wilson  22/MTF/The abyss of life
(22/MTF/The abyss of life)   
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   Jay earnest
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