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Like a moth I'm drawn to the flame Where I keep getting burned I'm hurting in my soul. My fingers are cut My voice is weak If there's anything left, It was gone last week
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Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 10:38 AM UTC
Tulip in a Cup
Like a moth I'm drawn to the flame Where I keep getting burned I'm hurting in my soul. My fingers are cut My voice is weak If there's anything left, It was gone last week
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21/Genderqueer
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 10:38 AM UTC
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