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Oct 2022
a deer, alone
youre a lot like me

this is the only way i can be

under the moon,
nothing to show for myself
looking in the grass for something,
stalked and unsuspecting

there are days when i'm afraid of dying but not afraid of death
there are days when i'm afraid of death but not afraid of dying
never both never neither

this is how i'll be forever
winter
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winter  21/Non-binary
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