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May 2021
i know this will **** me
i don't seem to care
i wanna be laid to rest in all the happy memories i have always been swadeled in
it seems as though that blanket only drew to my ankles
i have cold feet about the rest of my life
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cal  19/Cisgender Female/ya motha
(19/Cisgender Female/ya motha)   
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