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Sep 2020
you tend to slip through my fingers, leaving remnants of memories on my fingertips. while your hands spin so does my head. sending me into a spinning haze of cracking tears, and hyperventilated memories. why must you steal from me? why must you take away the precious moments. you've left me wasted and empty. while you reminisce on my day dreams and leave me with nightmares.
Mikey
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Mikey  18/Trans/my bed
(18/Trans/my bed)   
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       Audrey Gill, --- and ---
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