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Jul 2021
flowers reaching for azure,
sun gilding everything;
it's all so ******* gorgeous
and yet,
no matter how much splendor
I manage to choke down
I still think about
killing myself every single
******* day.
B E Cults
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B E Cults  30/M/hendersonville tn
(30/M/hendersonville tn)   
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