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Aug 2016
The scrutiny is toxic,
it builds up like tar in her weakened lungs
she can't breathe
when everyone else steals the air right from her
and replaces the purity with rotten words that make her blood curdle
the scrutiny is toxic
she tries to brush it off
but it won't work
she can't breathe
please stop the scrutiny
annnnnnnnnnnnnnnoyed
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J  22/Gender Nonconforming/East Coast
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