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my multo isn't an ex no familiar voice nor steps. she stood kind-eyed and distant the woman i wished to become but simply can't. she peeks in mirrors i avoid; in notebooks i never filled; in choices i couldn't make when the world felt too heavy and i was too tired to lift it. my multo isn't an ex; it's the ghost of a life i never lived.
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Apr 13, 2025
Apr 13, 2025 at 10:55 AM UTC
my multo
my multo isn't an ex no familiar voice nor steps. she stood kind-eyed and distant the woman i wished to become but simply can't. she peeks in mirrors i avoid; in notebooks i never filled; in choices i couldn't make when the world felt too heavy and i was too tired to lift it. my multo isn't an ex; it's the ghost of a life i never lived.
sabay sa uso alexa play multo by cup of joe
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Apr 13, 2025
Apr 13, 2025 at 10:55 AM UTC
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