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Dec 2018
In the morning, I keep scrolling.

I check for notifications from everything, from everywhere.

Youtube
Tumblr
Twitter
Facebook
Pinterest

Like I said, everywhere.

I scroll until I find something.

Something that seems pretty.

Something that seems important.

I of course share the one I find pretty.

I don’t want to make anyone angry at me.

Do you know what that other one was?

It was about something that is part of me.

It was about a transgender person that had been killed.

Bullied into suicide.

My heart drops as I read further and further into the post.

Her name was Victoria.

They called her [REDACTED].

I could only imagine what she felt in that moment.

Hands shaking, palms sweating, nails digging into her arms…

Then I snap back to reality.

I realize that...that’s me.

My name is Jeremy.

They called me [REDACTED].

You could only imagine what I felt like in that moment.

Hands shaking, palms sweating, nails digging into my arms.

This is my reality.

And I ******* hate it.
Pluto Boyer
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Pluto Boyer  17/Non-binary/Lubbock TX
(17/Non-binary/Lubbock TX)   
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