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Jun 2020
lying in the bed she writes onto Elijahs skin with her fingertips*
      “What a monster,” they said.
“Who created him,” I said.
     “I did,” the world said.  
“What a cruel world,” he said, “to make me only to hate me.”
      “ Am I the monster or the victim?”
I’m in love with a very bad man and I’m safe in the realization he will hurt me
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Aspen  Genderqueer
(Genderqueer)   
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