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3d
the day is approaching
faster and faster
the day I pack up all my stuff
put it into boxes
load it into the car
empty out my room
and drive for a couple of hours
I will unpack my life
into a tiny new room
that will be my home for a year
I'll look at my barren room
waiting to be decorated
and filled
I'll make it my own
no matter how I miss my home hours away
The Invisible Poet
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The Invisible Poet  18/Gender Fluid/the land of my thoughts
(18/Gender Fluid/the land of my thoughts)   
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   Immortality
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