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Jul 2020
I could feel my fathers gaze as I played with the food on my plate.
𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘒𝘴𝘦, π˜₯π˜°π˜―β€™π˜΅ 𝘴𝘒𝘺 𝘒𝘯𝘺𝘡𝘩π˜ͺ𝘯𝘨.
β€œAspen, are you okay?”
The wire in my throat tightened,
rain poured from my eyes.
I can smile and say yes to anyone but you and mom.
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Aspen  Genderqueer
(Genderqueer)   
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