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Nov 2021
Oof
Thought of mine,
Stinging lie,
I implore you,
Leave me be.
I have no time
Nor the patience
Or the mind
To let you influence me.

-is what I wish I could say
on a day like today
where the clouds roll in
and I feel the darkness
grow.
insomniatrical
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insomniatrical  22/@ ur mom's rn
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