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Jan 2015
I.
Go to
hell
the next time
you remind me of my
body.

II.
I'm well
aware.

III.
I know what I've got
under my shirt.
I know what's
in my jeans.

IV.
I don't need your smile,
your look of condescension.
I don't need a **** thing
from you.
Steven Muir
Written by
Steven Muir  20/Transgender Male/Santa Clarita, California
(20/Transgender Male/Santa Clarita, California)   
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