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Dec 2018
Lover,

I'm sorry to ask this
one more time
but do you mean it
when you say you're mine?

I know you're worried
I'm being too quiet
but my mind has to hurry,
and my brain is in flight.

Now my self-esteem hungers
and creativity's run dry-
keep counting up the numbers
so I don't fly too high.

Can't stop running on this track
assure myself, I'm pulling weight
constant pressure on my back
creating more self-hate.
Day
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Day  20/Androgynous/St Louis
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     youcancallmesierra
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