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Dec 2020
do you ever get depressed
not knowing what’s coming next
not able to undo the past
despite your efforts the good won’t last

smoking every day making my life hazy
cuffed in place with these chains of daisies

folding playing cards when i didn’t used to
it’s the little things that make me miss you
more old writing :3
Written by
cleobug  23/Genderqueer/los angeles
(23/Genderqueer/los angeles)   
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