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Sep 2015
stormy eyes under
a brow which lends itself
to a countenance most severe
a missing calm
in the midst of a storm
when bitterness surrounds me
and i am blown away
unable to stand my ground
and a sinking feeling
wracks my body
when i feel
useless
i have to remember
that you would still
be proud of me
even though
i am not
proud
of
myself
Grey
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Grey  22/Genderqueer
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