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Oct 2020
The acidic substance runs down my troat

I'm shivering from the heat

My head is pressing against itself

My imagination is hurting me

It is no longer a safe space

The future is grim

I don't know what's happening

Get me out of here

I'm not okay
Sharon-rose Boisvert
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Sharon-rose Boisvert  Non-binary
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