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Jul 2020
She keeps reminding me
Only till the end of summer
Why don’t I believe her?
The calendar feels like it
Should have already been flipped
Will I really get to see them at the end of
Summer?
Will the freedom have been
Worth it?
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Fry  20/M
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     atticus wilson, Khyati and kaycog
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