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  • Lacy, Oh Lacy

    Lacy, Oh Lacy

    There is a deep sadness that etches within the depths of your chest, and all you want to do is claw your heart out. This agonizing grief that comes from mourning someone who’s still alive, especially when that person is you, hurts inexplicably. I can’t help but find myself endlessly fixated on this former version…

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