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May 2021
I just wish I lost the stuff I hate
as often as I lose
the things I care about.
I wish I could find my favorite pen
and lose this fear of failure,
or lose my horrible Christmas sweater
and find my long lost self-esteem.
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Ꭷ Ꮇ Ꮛ Ꮐ Ꭺ  23/M/NotFoundYet
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