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Jul 2017
I hear the music,  the musician gently caressing her one true love to help her cope. I can feel the emotion through my hopelessly edgy headphones,  and I know when she is stressed, happy. sad,  heartbroken,  confused.

  I feel a wetness on my face,  and I envy her.
I'm only human,  so some nonexistent god, please help me.
Francis Rowell
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Francis Rowell  15/FTM/Lost, probably
(15/FTM/Lost, probably)   
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