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Jan 2020
I'd love to be fixed but I've given up hope. "It's messed up" I get that alot from the pope.
I'd love to love to like my family has told me but I'm sick at the thought of a guy trying to hold me.
Am I wrong?
Am I broken?
I'm lonely for sure,
But as a lesbian in Utah I don't get much allure.
Idk weather to laugh or cry at this poem, so I'll just apologize I guess?
Lavender Menace
Written by
Lavender Menace  18/F/A Loveless World
(18/F/A Loveless World)   
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     R B M, Bogdan Dragos and Juneau
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