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Oct 2019
The morning light hurts my eyes
I feel less hidden
All of my insecurities poking out like the sun
My nostrils hurt from the long weekend

I beg you to be lonely like I am
I am awaiting your call
Even if you don't call I'll still wait
Crawling back to you
Written by
Hannah Willard  21/Gender Fluid/Bay Area
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