Contradict

i'm a box of oxymorons contradicting and tripping over themselves competing against themselves to see who comes out on top voices screaming in each ear 'look over there! no here!' so loud i cannot hear the sound of my legs shaking my heart aching my mind breaking over the things that i've done is this what it feels like to know that you've won? does that matter when you're also the one losing?

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21 / Trans* Male / The Void

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