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Dec 2021
Every day,
is the same.
The sun rises,
and again I'll face
the onslaught of pain.

Caught in a rut
of endless unhappiness,
it seems again
I'm stuck.

If every day is the same,
rife with suffering and woes,
a person like me will never truly have
a "tomorrow".
Ale
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Ale  17/Non-binary
(17/Non-binary)   
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   Caleb Kyme
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