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Dec 2020
pieces starting to fall into place,
i no longer worry about saving face
i thought i had escaped loneliness back then,
but now i realized that it was nowhere near the end

a blank canvas enters the scene,
a slate furthermore wiped clean
i cannot say iā€™m moving forward with no trepidation,
but iā€™m positive that i no longer hold any reservations
happy birthday to me šŸŽ‚
katie
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katie  26/F/CA
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