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Aug 2019
Insides twisted,
By a knife,
Round and round,
Like spaghetti,
Curled on the ground,
I need no pity.

A twisted pain,
More than physical,
Emotion from my brain,
Something not visible.

More than a pain,
Somewhat a nuisance,
Driving me insane,
Making me useless.
Mackongo
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Mackongo  20/Non-binary/Nebraska
(20/Non-binary/Nebraska)   
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