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Nov 11
I Hide everything about myself
The fresh cuts and scars with a sleeve
The stomach with an oversized hoodie
I want to leave

I Hide everything about myself
The pain with a mask
The trauma with a wall
Finally, silence...at last...

Pure quietness
Silence
Darkness
No conscience
...
That's the dream.
Nobody
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Nobody  Trans Male/The Depths of Hell
(Trans Male/The Depths of Hell)   
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