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Apr 2015
I groan as I fumble in bed
Collapse over the rail as I depart
When my feet hit the floor
Every part of my legs ache
I'm not supposed to hurt
I'm in the prime of my life
What is wrong with my body
Then again, what has ever been right
Silent Deprecation
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Silent Deprecation  26/Genderqueer
(26/Genderqueer)   
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   Brianne, Aquinas, SPT and Emilie
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