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May 10
Her bracelet broke once she let me go,
I thought it was a sign
The necklace she gave me split a little after
Once I thought maybe she was mine
Now we're drifting faster and faster
Though I knew she was gone...

I held on
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Mouldy Strawberries  Gender Fluid
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