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Existential musings on loneliness and life. Queer, trans & sober writer.
The vacant cavern within me only grows, with every failed attempt at connection. With every cruel reminder, that I will never measure up.
if you wake up really early, the city is almost pretty. with sleep-filled eyes and cotton candy skies,
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