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Jul 2023
Sleep to you is waking up
Sleep to me is death
Joy to me is seeing the day
Joy to you is well I don’t really know

Here lies the boy that knows everything but in reality…

He only knows where his feelings take him,
Wearing his heart boy his sleeve.
I’m such a tease
The only reason I write here is because no one is reading me like I’m reading me.
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
(29/M/United States)   
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     Weeping willow, --- and Krista Delle Femine
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