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Mar 2016
I look in the mirror
Just deal with it I yell
The pain is like a white hot seer
I need to quit running away and stop hiding in a shell
No more options, I need to man up
No longer can I make excuses
As I go to talk though in my throat I feel a lump
I've lighted the fuses
I will come out and say my thoughts
I'll tell everyone the words I need to say
In a way I'm saying I fought
I no longer will keep myself at bay
I'm rising up and starting a rebellion of my emotions
I don't need any magic potions
I have a hard time talking about a lot of stuff unless I type it but I'm going to stop it… at least that's the plan.
The Winter Jester
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The Winter Jester  21/Gender Questioning/Des Moines, Iowa
(21/Gender Questioning/Des Moines, Iowa)   
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     Chloe Zafonte
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