Queer ✔

Queer ✔

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The dark cloud that resides above my head was a feet away from gliding my soul. To cope in her loneliness, I was tormented by her beauty. That led me to my demise!
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I write these poems when I hit my low points I hope if anyone reads this you enjoy

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