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Jan 2019
I sit and stare at blank white
what, I wonder, shall I type?
Is there anything that can set me write?

Until static fills my head and
cosmic background radiation drones through my
radio station fingers, I have nothing. I am
nothing.

Why do I have to drink to right?
from the summer.
Written by
Monika  19/Trans Female
(19/Trans Female)   
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     ---, Benji James and Joshua Nicholas Yatar
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