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Nov 2020
all of this will just be a memory in the morning,
they say.
but what if
that’s what i’m scared of?
of not remembering?
of being vulnerable?
of not remembering being vulnerable?
of just...
forgetting?
because, well,
how would you even know if
you’re going insane?
would you know?
would i know?
but then again,
would forgetting—
just... forgetting—
really be the worst thing?
i don’t really know
kaehaniya
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kaehaniya  Genderqueer/Hell
(Genderqueer/Hell)   
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