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Feb 2017
home at 2 a.m., falling over the fence
god, sometimes I'm ******* dense
forgetting to lock the back door
stumble downstairs, clothes on the floor
respond to a text, not sure what I said
black out, or maybe i'm dead
4 hours later, an alarm wakes me
taste of ***** in my mouth,get up to ***
strip down, need a shower
god, i have school in an hour
fade in and out, still not here
living trying to escape a fear*
"Who the hell have I become?''
do you ever feel like a failure?
Day
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Day  21/Genderqueer/St Louis
(21/Genderqueer/St Louis)   
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