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Jan 2018
Sobs tear at my throat

Like a demon crawling from hell

They tear up my throat until I let them out

Sometimes they come out when I'm in public

People pity me

I don't want pity

I don't want help

I want this to be over

I want the sobs to stop

I just want to be okay
Blake
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Blake  20/Transgender Male/Mars
(20/Transgender Male/Mars)   
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