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Mar 2018
Honey, I'm too vulnerable.
I don't even know who I am today, or who I was yesterday.
Even if I tried to, I'm far from ready to let anyone get close to me.
If I were to let somebody in, I know I wouldn't treat them right.
I can barely treat myself right most days.
Let me learn how to be the best of me before you start thinking about interfering.
None of you really had a chance anyways...
I'm not worth your time, unless you need a friend.
I'm still dead.
Aimee Heeringa
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Aimee Heeringa  27/Gender Nonconforming/Vars, ON
(27/Gender Nonconforming/Vars, ON)   
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