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Feb 2017
****** in the back of
my friend's dad's car
on a february night
after three **** packs
A dozen fake laughs
Mild smiles that seemed convincing
and I still don't feel a thing
except for your words
from years ago cutting into my spine


I'm tired
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J  22/Gender Nonconforming/East Coast
(22/Gender Nonconforming/East Coast)   
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