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Jul 2015
I'm never touched

And no
I don't want
To shake your hand

I shook my therapist's hand

She left me
With little advanced warning

I don't trust most
All people

So I'll bow instead

I spend the days alone
Nights too

Oh well
No female friend
Will ever come
Matt
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Matt  34/M/Los Angeles
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