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Aug 2018
Who are you?
& who am I?
You held my hand and made it fine
I cried in the cab, accepting the  fact
That I’m with a boy and it feels ******* right
Acceptance is key, you see I never had it
I’m a freak in my body, a leech, & an addict?
For Brandon
Sad Boy
Written by
Sad Boy  27/M/Toronto
   Santita, Fawn and Alysia Marie
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