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Jan 2021
I’m not sure what this “love” is anymore
I’m pretty sure I had it at one point, I did
But uh, love gets messy right?
I’m not too sure what love is anymore
Because I’ve messed up the meaning of it for myself
Even when you have love, well sometimes you have to let it go
No matter how much you cry and scream to yourself in the mirror
It won’t fix everything
So, this is why
I do not want people to love me.
Truth is told.
Max
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Max  Non-binary/The forest.
(Non-binary/The forest.)   
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   Eshwara Prasad
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