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Jun 2019
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?
I feel like there is a war in my head over every little thing (that is really a Big Thing in disguise) and I hate it and I want it all to just. Stop.
Chris Calkins
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Chris Calkins  21/Trans* Male/The Void
(21/Trans* Male/The Void)   
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