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Dec 2019
I will wade until my knee caps break
From the weight of the ocean
Month after month in the same exact place
I wish there was a way out

I can’t catch my breath at all from the last two years
And you can’t hear me screaming
It isn’t your job to, anyways
But I wish there was a way
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J  22/Gender Nonconforming/East Coast
(22/Gender Nonconforming/East Coast)   
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