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18/Gender Nonconforming do not give up
i was just a child that never got to be one. and now i am not anymore. i had to grow up too fast and now i am grown up. i like to think i have the answers, i use self reliance as a defense mechanism. being confused or feeling out of control scares me. i have not grieved my childhood. i have not yet fully accepted that it is over and gone, both the good and bad. i do not want to carry it with me, it is much too heavy and i must make room for better things. pain and abuse is all i have ever known. can i stop nursing these old wounds and move away, move on?
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Jan 21, 2021
Jan 21, 2021 at 12:38 PM UTC
childhood trauma
Those mild annoyances Are the most sweet. Like cat hair in your coffee cup Cause he just wanted to take a peek.
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Jan 21, 2021
Jan 21, 2021 at 12:26 PM UTC
Untitled
i sleep in the same bed that you hurt me in every single night. there are reminders of you everywhere i look. usually they fade into the background, but not tonight. leave me alone.
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Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 12:19 AM UTC
MOH
how can i convince you i am SICK when my most obvious symptom is streamlined, sleek, SMALL
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Nov 23, 2020
Nov 23, 2020 at 11:35 PM UTC
ANOREXIA
manipulating my body has always been second nature. i can be bigger or smaller on command. when you look at it this way, disregard the parts which make me ill, from a purely aesthetic angle... anorexia is quite the skill.
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Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 6:38 AM UTC
logic?
grasp the mirror. the reflection is not me, it is something distorted and ugly. what do i look like? if this is all i see who is in the mirror? that thing must be me.
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Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 7:23 PM UTC
DYSMORPHIA.
i am the seed you planted. acting as if there’s distance between you and the root, but i know you are a gardener. could you tend to me? could you get rid of the pests you placed in my *** don’t get rid of me too! am i just a **** to you?
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Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 7:20 PM UTC
my dad is a gardener.
i have a past of hospital stays and marked up arms and thighs. my biggest wishes at 16: to be skinny and /or die.
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Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 4:15 PM UTC
sweet 16
i will kiss you then make my way to another boy’s house. i will greet four pairs of lips in two days. every single one of them will feel the same, though each attached to a different name. and when i go home i will feel empty with only myself to blame.
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Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 10:12 AM UTC
filling.