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Dec 2024
Waste of space,
the one that I fill

I feel nothing but dread
I try to dream but all I do is crash
Flying like a ball of flame, I fall.

My emotions chained to me,
a smile permanently sewn into place.

What am I doing here?
Why do I keep going?

I do nothing but dream
and fall
Sincerely
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Sincerely  21/F/Florida
(21/F/Florida)   
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     Rick, Rose and Emma
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