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Jul 2017
Someday I will wither away.
I wish it tugs at your heartstrings
I mean no harm,
but if I was to ever say I feel secure,
that I believe you,
when you say you love me
I'd be lying.
Kwanele
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Kwanele  22/Gender Nonconforming/South Africa
(22/Gender Nonconforming/South Africa)   
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