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Thursday, June 09, 2022

Night comes again, shall I pretend, descend the rabbit hole, find the knowing tree, sew a sleeping bag, throw a bean bag across the lawn, no Queen but plenty of queens around, no shame but no glory when bound by their hostility, I find myself alone in my own history, no mystery just me being me, no one wants me around, sans friends I watch the world from my room dreaming of a life like others live, dreaming of friends and a boyfriend but those dreams are just vapors in the night fading with the first sunlight.

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