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Jul 2018
Don't talk to me
Nor look at me
Because I wish to be invisible
My dignity very fragile

You scroll through my chats
On my social media, they aren't so flat
They have private things, embarrassing things
Things I'd rather you not see

But you saw the words
And laughed at my hurt
And you told my family
And I'm embarrassed.

I don't care if I'm not in trouble now,
I will be later, because you looked through my chats
You looked through my stuff
And that stuff was private.
Written by
Alex  19/Trans Male/The Butterfly Nebula
(19/Trans Male/The Butterfly Nebula)   
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