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Jan 2018
Take out all the keys in my house and what do you get?
A home that's full of locks and closed doors that you cannot open
It's a body that won't recompense the movements you've been making
So you stop your trying and start crying, what did you expect?

I won't open up for you, even if you want me to
I'll keep my front door locked and the back one too
This house is not for you
Aquinas
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Aquinas  21/Non-binary/Sarasota, Florida
(21/Non-binary/Sarasota, Florida)   
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