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Aug 2018
You tell me I'm not putting in effort.
You tell me I don't care.
You tell me to pay more attention.
You tell me you don't care.

I think I'm trying, only to be told I'm not.
I'm so confused, that I think I must be shot.
What does trying look like?
You say I'm cold.
You say I must think of you as a means to an end.

You say I need to be edgier and not act like a wimp.
Yet things are so messed up I don't even feel that.
So many different messages coming through.
What am I supposed to do?

I read and I learn.
Nothing helps.
Cold and silent.
That's what I'll do.
Bexis
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Bexis  26/Non-binary/Portland OR
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