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Aug 2018
The doctor came in
Clipboard and lab coat
The diagnosis clear
Clinical optimism

I thank him
I smile as I leave
I hear birdsong
I take the prescription

You don't understand
You people all cry and sob
You people are who I want to join
You make me change

It takes time but eventually the birdsong disappears for everyone.
Written by
Clar Mitchells  21/Cisgender Female/Ireland
(21/Cisgender Female/Ireland)   
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