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Sep 2018
40
today i cried over a salad
as i tried to do something nice
a simple gesture of holding the door open
for a complete stranger
i lost grip
as my overpriced lunch launched out of my hand
my anxiety came and took it's place
the stranger walked through the door i held open
and left me to clean up
the mess i made
Written by
elm  21/Genderqueer
(21/Genderqueer)   
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