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Aug 2014
I did not understand the depth of sadness, until i started drowning in my mind.

And it seemed like loneliness was a friend, that visited much too often at night.

And, somestimes i wished, it wasn't only my hands that wiped the tears from my eyes when i cried.
NV
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NV  19/Cisgender/find me at a cemetery.
(19/Cisgender/find me at a cemetery.)   
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