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the blue heron in the deep end how can i be anyone but me i feel the weight of every word your eyes look right past me hands i recognize but tangled in long black hair
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May 9
May 9, 2026 at 10:32 PM UTC
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the blue heron in the deep end how can i be anyone but me i feel the weight of every word your eyes look right past me hands i recognize but tangled in long black hair
anora-crescent
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May 9
May 9, 2026 at 10:32 PM UTC
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