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Sep 2015
I look at my skin in the fogged up mirror

and I don’t see any redness

no dots

no blemishes

and I think,

“why can’t it be like this all the time?”
Written by
amanita  21/Gender Fluid/America
(21/Gender Fluid/America)   
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