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May 2021
Half blind, I've seen life's darkest days.
Insecure in my direction, dreadful are my ways.
Broken, but still trying to feel.
If I die, I'll know what's real.
Hateful, trying my best at love.
Don't judge me....
I didn't ask for this stuff!
Written by
ZL  F/Earth
(F/Earth)   
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