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Apr 2022
Thoughts lie adrift, like the mist;
Fading into the dawning light.
With this hew sun, I am blessed;
Renewal will come when the time is right.
For now, I must spread my wings,
Readying my soul to take flight
And bask in the vernal sunlight.
Iā€™m alive, so yay! Working on being better now, it definitely was rough for a bit tho.
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
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