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Oct 2021
I am not your priority.
You do not make time for me.
And because of that,
I have to leave.
If you wanted me to stay,
You’d do something to keep me.
But you’re not-
I’m not your priority,
And so I’m done making you mine.
Monotone
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Monotone  22/Non-binary/Wisconsin, USA
(22/Non-binary/Wisconsin, USA)   
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