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Feb 2017
how the **** am I to write about anything, anyone else
when you're still the only thing that clouds my brain?
I feel fine most nights but when you cross my mind,
I'm paralyzed
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J  22/Gender Nonconforming/East Coast
(22/Gender Nonconforming/East Coast)   
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