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Jul 2019
He lays back again for the third time that night
"How am I here, again?" he would ask himself
The sweat the sinks deeper into the pours and drips down into his mouth from above him
"I think I like being here
I ask for it, I agree to it
Isn’t that enough to convince myself?"
Why would he come back under a different intention?
He should have tried harder to listen to himself
And the uncertainty that lies there
Are you fulfilled, young man?
Is this who you are?
Under disguise of young woman
But you couldn’t tell him that could you?
Your chest is sore but you know what you are
But it’s only you
Émile
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Émile  19/Non-binary/Texas
(19/Non-binary/Texas)   
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