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May 2015
I.
"When I come home I can
hug you through your panic things,
or your anger things."

II.
And no one's ever said that
before. I'm a *******
disaster, disgusting, drinking problems to come.

III.
You're telling me I'll have
someone to hang onto,
someone to cry into,
someone who tells me we'll get through things together.

IV.
Are you sure this isn't
a ******* joke?
But I trust you,
because how can you not trust someone
who's always been so **** good.
Steven Muir
Written by
Steven Muir  20/Transgender Male/Santa Clarita, California
(20/Transgender Male/Santa Clarita, California)   
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