Death. by Harry Gione

Dec 2024

Death.

I keep realizing that I'm not living.
And every time I realize that,
I realize that I die a little bit more.
And realizing that kills me

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Harry Gione 21/Androgynous/South Africa

(21/Androgynous/South Africa)

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