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Sep 2020
I suppose one day when I walk into a room and the lights don't turn on
I'll know I'm a ghost then
Now my only proof I have is my cold hands and faded presence
Lexie
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Lexie  22/F/Spent Out
(22/F/Spent Out)   
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