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Feb 15
I came upon a realization
that the man who stands before me now
pulls memories from my cognition
of the man who brought me down to bow
and though the situations differ
he still shakes me to my core
and I try my hardest not to suffer
for if you left, my mind would bore
I don't think this is anything really
adeline
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adeline  17/Transfeminine
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