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Apr 2016
I can't sleep. My head feels like a feather and I  feel like zigzagged lines are being cut in my organs. I try to make my way back to dream land by my attempts are futile. I get up and crouch in front of the toilet.
I instantly start to gag, spitting up my dinner from last night. My cheeks are wet from tears, my body hurts. Why am I sick? Was is from the food I ate last night?
My throat burns from the stomach acid. My nose is running. My face looks drained of any peachy color, which was hardly even there to begin with.
I go back to bed to just lay down, deciding to see if I can function on about five hours of sleep for the day. I guess I'm sick, or just frightens by the raging weather that's been occurring, I'll never know.
Kit Lucas Zachary
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Kit Lucas Zachary  Transgender Male/Texas
(Transgender Male/Texas)   
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