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Mar 2021
what the **** am i supposed to do with all the stars inside me,
begging to get out and light up the whole ****** world but
i am tiny, like dust,
and burning from the inside isn't
the way i thought i'd live.
yann
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yann  24/Genderqueer/France
(24/Genderqueer/France)   
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