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Sep 2017
I often feel like the means to an ending
Filling in the blank, the wrong word with the right amount of letters
A shoulder to lean on, tremble though I may
And weak as I may be
I will slide easily into character
I will do my best to be everything you need
But what you need may never really be me
i know this is just my anxiety and past abandonment speaking i know it is but it still feels ****** and exhausting
wren cole
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wren cole  23/FTM/NC
(23/FTM/NC)   
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