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Jun 2021
my cheeks dropped in fear
that my sadness would hear
that i am finally doing well
and drag me back to my hell

24.06.21
you call it paranoia and pessimism, i call it protection and preservation

i don't want to fall for hope only to be disappointed again
efni
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