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Apr 2021
you really thought someone was going to come save you,

didn't you?

you really thought there could be an easy way out,

didn't you?

if you want this hell to end,

you're going to have to stand up,

work yourself dead,

and save your own **** self.
nobody's coming, little girl.
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unnamed stargazer  she/her
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