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Sep 2016
three thousand three hundred and thirty four miles
that's the distance that separates us
somehow it feels like so much more

it hurts to know that you could be so close
in the mere matter of a plane flight
just a few hours and then we'd be together

but it seems impossible now
between my life and yours
sometimes it seems that it might not even be worth it

i get questioned about you by friends
i never know the correct answers
because i've never seen you in person

i've never held you in my arms
i've never played with your hair
i've never had pillow fights with you

and somehow i feel like
i bring you down
and it makes me feel bad

because im nothing important
im just a terrible person
and you're you

an incredible
beautiful
great
person

and if i ever hurt you

im sorry
its late, and my head hurts, and im a mess
jamie
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jamie  17/Transgender/New York
(17/Transgender/New York)   
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