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May 2021
It was about 3 in the morning
he would wake me up

everything was blurry
all I had
was a memory of you
sitting with your legs crossed
in the other side of the room
but even that was fading away

I was desperate
exhaust
defeated
and there was nothing to run away from
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pinkandwhite
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     pinkandwhite and Bor ehgit
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