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Apr 2021
youll pull me along, through the dust, the heat, the cold, through the world
and no matter the pain, the blood spilling down my arms
the rope burns across my fingers
ill hold on.
ill always hold on
Mikey
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Mikey  18/Trans/my bed
(18/Trans/my bed)   
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