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Feb 2022
the word for when
you're so afraid
that when days end
they're gone forever -

always before bed
i feel this dread
as if tomorrow
will not have this again.

i hate that feeling
it is like standing at the edge of a cliff, wavering
between how beautiful and how long the drop
Grace
Written by
Grace  F/Voie Des Papillons
(F/Voie Des Papillons)   
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     Benzene, ---, D Allaire and Autumn
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