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Oct 2021
I have always promised to stay
conscious in times I was unwanted.
That's my fault.
For believing in hope,
always holding a strand,
even if it was the tiniest.
Holding it tight and waiting,
waiting to be wanted.
Written by
dust  F/Minnesota
(F/Minnesota)   
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