Sep 2016
Frozen.
In the burning ice,
The bitter trap I can't escape
That society put me in.
Help,
Can't move.
No.
Don't help me,
Run,
Before they trap you too.
In the burning ice,
The bitter trap I can't escape
That society put me in.
Help,
Can't move.
No.
Don't help me,
Run,
Before they trap you too.
This is probably going to be the first in a series of poems like this. It definitely needs polishing.
(Gender Fluid/My house)
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