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a bright morning begins at the end of the deepest night and is beautifully reborn // i hate secrets, i wanna burn them all, this is the attempt

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When Simba died I wasn't expecting

It was most of all things, a chock

I found myself scared of not knowing

I listen to my mom's calls

I check her medical exams

I want to take my dogs to the vet

I wonder if my friends are passing through something only I am unaware

Dad has a skin cancer and I only knew when he removed it

I didn't know I didn't know

But when I know, what do I do that is different from when I don't?

jan 2 2022 ∞
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