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Jul 2021
The other version of myself
stared at me all night, yesterday.
He sat by my bed, in my chair:
"Sleep is boring." He said.
I told him to go away,
but he won't get up and leave
so I ignored him and closed my eyes.
But, wait... who is the other one,
is it him or is it me?
Ꭷ Ꮇ Ꮛ Ꮐ Ꭺ
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Ꭷ Ꮇ Ꮛ Ꮐ Ꭺ  23/M/NotFoundYet
(23/M/NotFoundYet)   
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   Zoe Mae and Bogdan Dragos
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