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Aug 2021
i suffocate as i lay here glued to my bed.
my blood sick with the words you poured into my veins so gleefully as i sliced myself open
so the entire truth could spill forward.
but alas.
perhaps i am not meant to find a better half.
while no deeper desire exists in my heart than to love and be loved in return.
some things aren't meant to be.
Zane
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Zane  28/Portland
(28/Portland)   
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