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Jan 15
getting harder daily not to break down, cry.
this feels like such a waste of a life.
waiting for the day that i finally cross the line,
and yet it never comes. you stay. you choose me, us, every time.
cleo
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cleo  27/Gender Fluid/los angeles
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