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Dec 2019
BEFORE
a belt was a belt,
a peanut butter milkshake only that,
a golden car was
nothing more than meets the eye.

AFTER
you became a leather belt,
a peanut butter milkshake,
every golden car,
a **** flashback that i want to spit out.
the sound of losing autonomy has become Johnny Cash. i never liked country but i can’t stand it now.
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e l l  18/Gender Nonconforming
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