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Apr 2018
The hardest part of all this
is that when i stand on the edge of my roof and

breathe.

i look at the stars and they make me wonder what this would do
to you

inhale
1..2..3..4..5
hold
1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8
exhale
1..2..3..4..5

­the chemicals in my brain burn holes into my lungs
you put your hand on my shoulder and whisper for me to come inside
Written by
Ash Young  20/Transmasculine/England
(20/Transmasculine/England)   
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