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Jan 4
TW LOSS, SUICIDE
i still wish the reaper took me with you.
i'd die to find you, if it meant no more
living in hell alone
it's to late for you to live with me
next to your grave id rather be
burning in hell together at least
if it meant i could hold you
one last time
grief depression sad loss
brandy
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brandy  18/Gender Fluid/♉︎
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