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4d
there is a beauty in my weakness, in the sure waver of my tensile strength
yes
i am slowing unravelling
but some pieces of me will live on

in the forever pocket of your denim jeans
grief is a strange emotion, especially when directed at yourself---whilst i'm alive
S
Written by
S  Forest
(Forest)   
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