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7h
Gray,
As if walking on paper
All i want to do is ask a favour,
God, help me please.

Bullet,
Surrounded by my friends
But i cannot make amends
God, help me please.

Wind,
I scan my hands
But they dont feel as thoigh they’re mine
God help me please!
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Idil  16/Cisgender Female/London
(16/Cisgender Female/London)   
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