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Jun 2017
it's the first time you've washed your hair in a week and it comes out in clumps
you stare at the water and try not to think about who you've become
scrubbing away the sweat and dead skin
moving lightly over the bruises where you've struck yourself
watch it all go down the drain
wren cole
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wren cole  23/FTM/NC
(23/FTM/NC)   
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