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Jun 2017
I sat in the bathroom,
tears streaming down the slides of my face,
the cool floor
turning me cold blooded.
I stayed for hours,
Nobody came.
Blood isn't family.
The fear of being forgotten
Written by
Elliott  18/Transgender Male
(18/Transgender Male)   
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