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Aug 2020
Its always out of my reach,
and it just slips right out of my clumsy hands.
Its sweet as a peach,
but rare as a someone who actually understands.

Everyone's life goal is to die happy,
but there isn't anyone who can die without regrets.
Will life ever not be ******,
maybe when everyone has a good mindsets.

It will be when pigs fly,
when I wont be full of sadness.
It seems like some people don't have to try,
to be full of happiness.

But then again.... everyone has their personalized masks.
Happiness will always be out of reach for me.
Zan
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Zan  16/Gender Fluid/Texas
(16/Gender Fluid/Texas)   
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   Autumn
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