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Mar 2018
The sun shines through the blinds
What a happy day
My face gets warmed from the light caressing my soft cheeks
Should I be happy?
Should this make me feel good?
I don't know anymore...
Tucked inside my dark covers
I hide from the sun
I'm not ready to awaken
I will never be ready...
The warm sun...
Written by
Zach  13/Transmasculine
(13/Transmasculine)   
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