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Sep 2021
I hope I remember this moment at some point.
Been drinking & binging & listening to new music.
My heart feels some intense and familiar way -
Present & yet reliving many lost memories.
I wish I could piece together these glimpses of myself,
these never ending days.

I’d stick glue in my brain
& catch all these running images of my character.

I hope I remember this moment at some point.

Alone, content & craving
to return to something that was never quite right.
I wrote this in my journal on a night I was really ****** up. It doesn’t mean much.
Day
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Day  21/Genderqueer/St Louis
(21/Genderqueer/St Louis)   
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