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They’re close, Getting closer. About to break free. About to cross from, A different realm of exsistance. Few can see them. The ones that do are ridiculed. Everyone can see them. I only see my own. So many, I still feel lonely. I see my demons Can you see yours?
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Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 9:04 AM UTC
They’re close.
They’re close, Getting closer. About to break free. About to cross from, A different realm of exsistance. Few can see them. The ones that do are ridiculed. Everyone can see them. I only see my own. So many, I still feel lonely. I see my demons Can you see yours?
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22/Gender Fluid/Any dark room
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 9:04 AM UTC
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