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Jun 2021
He's a mess
Turning into rust
Waiting for a trust

He's unused
Bruised
Confused

The longer he waits
The stronger it gets
He's damaged on the brain, heart and wrist


Currently turning into dust.
I am so lost, i feel like I'm waiting for something, someone.

I'm slowly turning into dust.
Mikko
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Mikko  23/M/Philippines
(23/M/Philippines)   
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