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May 2019
no matter if you yell or scream whisper or move  i already know your saying
we hate you
You get mad when i don't wanna talk to you or be around your sad i spend my time in my room well maybe if you stop treating me like im my mother then i would hate you less too

(NOT ALL FAMILY'S ARE HAPPY)
Noah
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Noah  14/Bigender/California
(14/Bigender/California)   
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