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meeting _men_ was always that easy. it was evident      in the way I      plan to prepare myself to venture out      in the uncertainty of the open trying to align the inevitable disappointment         on my self-predicament. the way I trace         the marks of _ugly_, visibly seen onto my body hoping that someone                would like the art;                 the interpretation of my                flaws and sad beauty. _it was always easy_      to try calming the nerves as I knock at his door, the pounding of my heart      from excitement, fear      and self-loathing as soon as the eyes of the outside world cannot see what lies            behind these walls that covers             not only our fragile bodies,             but also, our weakened souls till everything is a blur. meeting men was always                  that _easy._ it's the same thing        as we put back our clothes and _maybe_,        kiss goodbye then run away, with such bliss           from the thrill of doing what others can do freely              amplified by the pulsing adrenaline              panicked, weary if anyone saw              what we have done. ----------- _meeting him again?_                  that's the hard part.
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Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 8:58 AM UTC
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meeting _men_ was always that easy. it was evident      in the way I      plan to prepare myself to venture out      in the uncertainty of the open trying to align the inevitable disappointment         on my self-predicament. the way I trace         the marks of _ugly_, visibly seen onto my body hoping that someone                would like the art;                 the interpretation of my                flaws and sad beauty. _it was always easy_      to try calming the nerves as I knock at his door, the pounding of my heart      from excitement, fear      and self-loathing as soon as the eyes of the outside world cannot see what lies            behind these walls that covers             not only our fragile bodies,             but also, our weakened souls till everything is a blur. meeting men was always                  that _easy._ it's the same thing        as we put back our clothes and _maybe_,        kiss goodbye then run away, with such bliss           from the thrill of doing what others can do freely              amplified by the pulsing adrenaline              panicked, weary if anyone saw              what we have done. ----------- _meeting him again?_                  that's the hard part.
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23/Agender/BGC, Philippines
Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 8:58 AM UTC
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