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Apr 2019
it’s all
t o
m u c h
the late night texts where
I can only imagine you
speaking these words
in
person

your
v o i c e
is extraordinary,
unexplainable

I DON’T
want to
feel
these emotions
it
hurts  
too
much

the
excitement
the joy
the p u r e
joy
it’s all too much
for me

-I must shut you out before it’s too late
Written by
Jaede Bayala  Gender Fluid
(Gender Fluid)   
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