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Jan 2021
guilt has not but one form,
but thousands
some persist in prolonged periods;
prowling through the past programs of the mind
while many blow wind in your eyes,
each time the sun goes down
not the best, but as i am suffering from covid i have learned more about guilt than i thought possible
brynna
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brynna  19/Genderqueer/hell
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