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Nov 2018
Now we exchange few words
Now we don't even make eye contact
Now I jump when you set a plate beside me
Now I feel alone
Now I know I am alone
Now my best friend is my writing
Now the earth has officially forgotten that I exist
No more words of love only of resentment
Now the house is quiet
Can't pick your family...
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underestimated  16/Gender Questioning/lost
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