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Jan 2021
It matters not the words I say,
Or how I scream out for a hand,
Anyone's,

To help pull me out of the dark
Where I have so long resided.

It matters not how far I reach
Or how hard I long for a feeling
That doesn't threaten to destroy me,

The way of the world is such
That not a single soul emerges unscathed.
insomniatrical
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insomniatrical  22/@ ur mom's rn
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