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Nov 2023
I was beautiful,
I hope to never be beautiful again.
I grow more authentically repulsive,
And alive
And real
And free
And happy.
I will never need beauty again.
Hi, it's been a few years. I'm alive and I'm finally recovering from the things my other poems were about.
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Valentine Matheson  21/Agender
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