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Infinite being me

Reached out to my creator without hesitation but I quickly retract.
React but don't laugh, it's times like these that matter most.
I've been in and out of these… these precious things.
So strung along desperately aching for more and there in no end in sight, slight.
At the end of daze you'll see.
Forever Subaay.

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Infinite being me