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Oct 2016
Still awake.
Thinking about how everything is supposed to be good for me right now.
Realizing how everything isn't
Realizing how everything means nothing because of you
I have a month left and then I'm free.
Free to think of you , cry for you , in another city
Life is beautful
Off my meds poetry.
Just need Somebody ask me if I'm ok sometimes
Kwanele
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Kwanele  22/Gender Nonconforming/South Africa
(22/Gender Nonconforming/South Africa)   
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