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May 2021
no one really cares: this hurts so bad, the same thing all the time: why won't someone care this way? what about me? what about the things i need?

they looked so soft, and I wanted to cry because I wanted them to touch me, I wanted to kiss them, I wanted him to kiss me: hold me and take me away from all the bad things

don't you know how much it matters to me?
acacia
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acacia  F/orbis
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