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Jun 2017
Mr. Cole plays on
In the background as I
Continue to type,
but my writing feels dry.

I want to call someone
Just to hear a voice that’s not
A character from a show.
Everyone I know
Is sleep,
and
or
related to me.

My cotton sheets feel
itchy
hot, even
against my skin
and I can’t focus on anything
but my concealing passion.

but the only Companionship
I find,
is with my dog
and depression.

Who cares?
Lust
is just a
fancy way
to say
"You're hot"
anyway
Written by
Elliott  18/Transgender Male
(18/Transgender Male)   
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