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Jan 2022
"i'm starting to forget what my mother's face looks like.", I exclaimed knowing reality deduced the same.
those younger days that that mind began being ****** into the obsidian darkness.

i still cant see as much good as i used to.
but, then again, one need not rely on just the eyes for sight, especially on these sheer nights.
Tyler
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Tyler  24/M/PA
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   SUDHANSHU KUMAR
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