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May 2020
You
say you want
to help
me.

You don't accept
when my answer
is that you
can't.

When my answer
is that I want
you to
stay away.

When my answer
doesn't
make you
happy.

So you tell me
I accuse you
all the time.

So you tell me
I'm the one
at fault.

And still.
Still.
I.
Care.
Ah, yes. Trying to talk to someone. But I'm not good enough. Cue anxiety-attack.
StormriderIX
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StormriderIX  24/Genderqueer
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     Shiv Pratap Pal and MS Anjaan
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