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Apr 1
wandering through the woods
the darkness all-consuming
holding the shards of a life lived
and dreams exhausted
the voices whisper
NO STOP PIECE ME BACK
PLEASE PLEASE
PLEASE
but the glass cuts
so it's dropped

falling
drafts again
someone -i think-
Written by
someone -i think-  Gender Fluid/the grey space
(Gender Fluid/the grey space)   
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