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Mar 2020
She rests her hands on my fragile shoulders
Pushes me down into the seat,
Her shaky breath tickles my neck
Her tears run down my spine
“Relax,” she whispers, “You’re safe now.”
Her nails dig in.
Rat
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Rat  24/Non-binary/Portland, Oregon
(24/Non-binary/Portland, Oregon)   
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