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Aug 2020
I cry for the unsure paths I carve out to stamp in a- what seems to be in permanent ink of the unexpected turns I must take in order to clear out my head. I repeatedly stand on a soap box preaching all the mysteries of the world all the whilst shouting with a slit throat as too how the future should be, for me.
But I don't know.
Bagoflemon
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Bagoflemon  16/Cisgender Female/Philippines
(16/Cisgender Female/Philippines)   
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   Nidhi Jaiswal
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