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Dec 2020
i miss the years when i didn’t worry
when i didn’t have to fear
when my body could be trusted
when my mind didn’t twist my words.

all i seem to do these days is tell myself it isn’t real.
and still a part of me thinks “what if”
Juno
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Juno  18/F
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