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Aug 2019
I worry one day you’ll get sick of how sick I am. And you’ll leave and I’ll be alone again. And I’ll be left with my thoughts again. And I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy. So please don’t leave me.
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J  22/Gender Nonconforming/East Coast
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