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Sep 2016
I don't know how you do it
without even acknowledging me
you make my stomach twist into a ball
you make my knees too weak
I still get sick when I think about
the times we used to have
I still hate myself for holding on
I still get sick wondering where it went bad
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J  22/Gender Nonconforming/East Coast
(22/Gender Nonconforming/East Coast)   
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