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Dec 2020
when tomorrow,
feels as though it'll never arrive
tomorrow
is clawing at my throat,
tugging, pulling me
down - how?
how could i not see tomorrow
and honestly regret the very fact
that i am here,
and i will see tomorrow?
tomorrow frightens me, but i can't just give up here.
kanna
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kanna
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