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Mar 2019
All of those people,
The ones I call "friends",
Do they call me the same?
Or is it a lie?
All a charade,
Whilst secretly,
Behind my back,
They despise me,
Curse my very name,
Hoping I wish to leave them,
Maybe to perish alone,
Alas, all is left unknown.

- Jay M
October 24th, 2018
Jay M
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Jay M  19/Gender Fluid/the void
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