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Apr 2021
I look at my hands and they are shaking.
My breathe is shuttering.
My words are stuttering.
My ease has been stirred with a blender.
Now I feel eager when Iā€™m with you.
Andrew Gomez
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Andrew Gomez  26/M
(26/M)   
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   ---, Lucy and Imran Islam
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