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Oct 2012
I want to crawl
Into a ball
And go to sleep
Forever
My eyes are
Running wild
Sick water
Streaming down
My head is
Full of air
And my nose
Nothing's there
I want to crawl
Into a ball
And go to sleep
Forever
I'm extremely sick today and it's killing me.
August
Written by
August  27/Trans Male/The Secret Garden
(27/Trans Male/The Secret Garden)   
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   Tim Knight and Timothy
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