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Dec 2020
haven't felt it this way since he died.
maybe it's grief,
the way i mourn the change.
maybe it's envy,
though i know that sounds strange-
but i think that it's fear
though i've grown and i've learned,
what if i'm meant to cross bridges i've burned?
Written by
daycrow  19/F/ocean's rim
(19/F/ocean's rim)   
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