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Oct 19
I know that you love me,  
the way you love a lost part of yourself.

Sometimes, I wonder
if you see
the being I am becoming  

It’s hard to get good sleep
I know that’s why you pray

I don’t believe in God
who am I to say?
Yours always
Written by
Day  21/Genderqueer/St Louis
(21/Genderqueer/St Louis)   
   Elizabeth Roberts
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