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Jul 2021
And as I write, the feeling is lifted. The curse is broken. The spell rendered useless. I am free I am light I am calm.

I should see a therapist,
But for now this blank slate shall hold my concerns.
For now this blank page shall soothe me.
We are a community of a dying art.
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AS-  23/M/London
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     Larry and Pr nandni
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