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Feb 2017
I pick up pen and paper,
thinking of something to write,
Friends? Nah.
Family? Pfft, yeah right....

Well it isn't my fault, now is it?
It wasn't my choice to turn away from this beautiful weather.
Just give up the pen, drop the paper,
I don't think you'll be needing them any longer.
It isn't my fault, not mine, but yours.
Feliz G
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Feliz G  16/Gender Fluid
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