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Jan 2023
late nights
when I know he's leaving me
and I sit in the cold
broken hearted

fog clouds
and I hear them, the echoes
of her in their voices
I can't stand it

it seeps
deep into my pores, filling my veins
with doubt, anger, confusion
bringing it all back
I'm incoherent, freezing to death.
nevaeh
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nevaeh  19/Genderqueer/love
(19/Genderqueer/love)   
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       camps, Mikey and SUDHANSHU KUMAR
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