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May 2013
The salty sweat on my fingers make my eyes sting when I rub them
And the only things here for me are
Words from those in another realm
And a pile of soggy tissues on my bedroom floor
And I can't help staring at the blank ceiling
Feeling the touch of my pillow and wishing
That I was feeling the touch of your skin
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uhhhhhhh  22/Non-binary/Ohio
(22/Non-binary/Ohio)   
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