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Unfair

by Ithaca

The bed is bigger, The park is quieter, The drives are longer, The thoughts are louder. Nothing shines as bright, Nothing ends this fight. I will make it through, Because I have to.

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Ithaca

22 / M / Lost

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Ithaca

22 / M / Lost

Published: Aug 21, 2022
LinesWords: 1033

Tags: #unfair

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