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Jul 2022
I’m walking through fog
The future Blurry and Unknown
I wish I could say I like surprises
That I look forward to where I end up
I’m terrified
I’ll make one mistake and there’s no retry
No quick fix and I’ll end up walking miles to nothing
Written by
keepsake7  22/F
     Glassmuncher and Cold-Bones
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