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Feb 2020
sometimes words don't
c l i c k
in my head
the same way some others have
c
h
o
I
c
e
s
about which math class you're in.

sometimes my head tells me that I'd be better off alone.
it goes far.
it runs far.
my life feels far.
Written by
Dylan Mcconnell  18/FTM/Madison, WI
(18/FTM/Madison, WI)   
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