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Apr 2022
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Somedays, I dream of never leaving; until I open my eyes, I see how real the day becomes.
I beg for nighttime to come sooner to take me away from this place.
Written by
Blake  24/FTM
(24/FTM)   
104
   Indeed, Wyatt and Healer
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