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Jul 2020
Months ago, though it feels like years, I told him of three dreams
Dreams that should've been forgotten
Pushed back to the darkest recesses of my mind

I had wanted to talk in person,
But the world went to ****
so I put it off
Until I decided I had to tell him
Typed in a note on my phone I sent him all three and said
"Read this... I need to talk to you"
After that I saw him in class every once in a while
but he always ignored me when I waved

Now an awkward pall hangs over us
He was my first friend at a new school
And now he won't say a word to me
So I guess that note was goodbye...
I just saw the note in my phone and it reminded me of this. Each dream is still fresh though, like it happened yesterday in real life.
atticus wilson
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atticus wilson  22/MTF/The abyss of life
(22/MTF/The abyss of life)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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