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May 2021
Something to treasure and fight to have!
Hah! The great life I had!
Something to be grateful for...
Still.... Why wouldn't one go back there?

Hihi! The great life I had!
Something to literally **** for!
Still, why wouldn't I bother for all that anymore?

Hah! I'm dead and have moved on!
Not killing myself for crap anymore.
This must be treated as a reflection of redirected (glowing?) Feathers.
As "What my Feathers...?!" is a better more elegant option!
Theodora Oniceanu
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Theodora Oniceanu
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   Hooria Iftikhar
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