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Jan 2017
its really late and i don't know where else to go
all of my friends are starting to think its all for show
but why haven't i been able to clear my head
why do i feel so empty in my own bed
my mind is the scariest place I've ever seen,
over the years i had managed to keep it clean,
but your name and that laugh is stuck to me like glue
and everything reminds me of you
and it’s all seeping into my skin
and the more i wipe it off the more i'm reminded that it's there
and i'm so scared to look myself in the mirror and see what I've become
my heart is still beating but i'm so warm
how am i numb
am i living or is this a dream
i can't even tell anymore
everything keeps spinning
i'm scared to close my door because i'm scared i'll lock them in,
they've already nested in my mind,
why am i sick this time.
Josephine Rodriguez
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Josephine Rodriguez  18/Gender Fluid/new york city
(18/Gender Fluid/new york city)   
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