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Jan 26
7:08 halloween night
"its time to go"
"ok"
the car
the moon
then,
nothing
(that i can remember)
3rd floor bedroom
the moon
through the window
suddenly
its too loud
curtains close
the sharpener
cuts
then

i don't remember
panic attack on halloween night- i can't remember most of it. only leaving. feeling nothing. then sharpener. but throughout it all, the moon
ȧ ų ǥ ų ṣ ⱦ
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ȧ ų ǥ ų ṣ ⱦ  13/Gender Fluid/slowly going mad
(13/Gender Fluid/slowly going mad)   
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