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May 2021
you can't make dying a competition
when the winner is the loser
and the loser is the winner
don't find peace
"she's still sleeping"
"it's not like her to sleep in this long, i'm gonna go check on her"
Written by
thorn  18/Cisgender Female/ya motha
(18/Cisgender Female/ya motha)   
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