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Apr 11
I cannot speak, I cannot hear
I shall not feel, and I do not think;

For I am a stone,
that is better to be thrown away
I just don't know the problem; Maybe right now, I am too desperate to be liked by people and fill that void of my unknown desires

I hate it.
Written by
Brumous  13/Gender Fluid/King's guillotine
(13/Gender Fluid/King's guillotine)   
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