Untitled by Shea

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Mar 11

Untitled

I was made for hopeless dedication, for love that feels like poetry. And it exists because I carry it with me. It's heavy and I can't put it down.

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Shea 21/Genderqueer/|*

(21/Genderqueer/|*)

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