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I mourn a future never meant to be, discarding rose-tinted glasses for emerald shades. I don a hood of fractured memories, and despair the person I never became.
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Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 5:58 AM UTC
Indulgent depression
I mourn a future never meant to be, discarding rose-tinted glasses for emerald shades. I don a hood of fractured memories, and despair the person I never became.
kiamm
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Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 5:58 AM UTC
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