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Mar 2020
my hands and thoughts do tremble
seeing that which i resemble
nasty snarl upon my face
reminding me i’m a disgrace
furrowed brow and clenching fist
intrusive thoughts i can’t resist
cowardly i run and hide
from everything i keep inside
Oliver
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Oliver  20/FTM/lost somewhere
(20/FTM/lost somewhere)   
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