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Oct 2017
He stares at his phone
Blankly and unnerved
Unaware that his lack of activity
Is driving the other insane
The other stares at his phone
Tired and uncomfortable
He would like a way to cope
Regardless of how unhealthy it is
Love is only as real as pain is
So of course, love is just a fantasy
valentina
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valentina  20/Transfeminine/seattle
(20/Transfeminine/seattle)   
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