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Jul 2021
how it would be easier to be dust than it is to live as me,
and yet hasn't life treated me so kindly.

i wish i could appreciate the cards i've been dealt
but my skin feels too tight around my body,
and none of it fits me.

how can you get rid of skin and bones,
without being reborn
to live freely,

maybe i'll just never be happy.
yann
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yann  24/Genderqueer/France
(24/Genderqueer/France)   
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