Mar 2020
A new kind of loneliness
That is all too familiar
The first kind,
The last kind
Behind the glow
Unspoken to
They don't believe in my self
That is all too familiar
The first kind,
The last kind
Behind the glow
Unspoken to
They don't believe in my self
(21/Non-binary)
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