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Apr 2018
i have so many words
bubbling under my skin
pulling at my soul
begging, pleading to be released
"i'm trying," i cry
"please be patient with me," i am but small
but they do not care.
they eat away at me,
and my soul is heavy with the words
i do not yet know
how to set free.
zb
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zb  19/Agender
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