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Aug 2016
I'm an early-late bloomer
.
white golden
.
I can't live like this, I can't die as nothing
.
I wear my heart on my stained, over-stretched, hand-me-down sleeve
.
**** me for wanting to shave my face and not my legs
.
sleep is exhausting
.
pain
.
nipping-nagging-at-me-all-around-me
.
sun, excitement, fun!
.
when pretty is ugly and ugly is pretty
.
I feel light and airy when they're around
.
August is coming and I'm not ready
.
maybe hold my hand? But please don't touch my leg like that
.
maybe people die because they think they have to
.
I could wrap your voice around me and sleep in it all night long
.
premium ice cream
.
I want to go to the hundred acre woods with you
.
we weren't supposed to know this much
.
"where are you going?" "crazy."
.
why am I so in love with you?
.
unilateral
.
here we go
.
Little lines from each day (or few days apart) in July. There's no theme, just emotions.
Bailey
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Bailey  21/Gender Nonconforming
(21/Gender Nonconforming)   
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