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Jul 2017
I'm a thing and I'm made to listen.
I cannot break.
pain is proof I'm learning too slowly, not broken.
I can never complain.
I'm a thing and I'm made to watch.
I do not speak.
unless in answering "yes, yes, always yes".
I'm a thing and I'm made to be used.
I don't complain. I don't feel. I don't breathe.
things can't die. inanimate things.
I'm a thing and I'm made to do everything I'm told and be silent and know what I'm supposed to but never too much and not hurt and never say no and keep secrets until I stop being a thing and start being a corpse.
what a pain.
kay
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kay  26/Non-binary/indiana
(26/Non-binary/indiana)   
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