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Feb 2021
My brain runs slow
But there's so much I need to know
I keep your dates in my phone
Ready to recall
Maybe then I won't make 2 lunches in a row
My mother is losing it slowly what do I do shell be gone and ill be alone again
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Flowerwithabrain  18/F/Everywhere
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