Oct 2020
sharp points hurt
they let me bleed
out comes the worry
that turns me inside out
and through the leaves
my sweat and blood is left behind
in the bark my darkness goes
they let me bleed
out comes the worry
that turns me inside out
and through the leaves
my sweat and blood is left behind
in the bark my darkness goes
(18/Transfeminine)
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