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Aug 2020
I could message you
Go back to when you would help
But the thoughts filling your mind
I shouldn’t add
To your list
A burden
All that’s left behind
I’ve left my shell behind
And now I visit
Hoping soon
It will be fine to be back
Yet it feels like that day will never come
Written by
Fry  20/M
(20/M)   
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     atticus wilson and Khyati
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