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Jan 16
"Do you want to **** yourself..?"
Such a simple question.
Why I couldn’t answer it,
I myself do not know.
Only staring with a blank gaze,
breathing glass shards.

He asked again,
though I couldn’t bear to listen.
I cut him off.
I’d never heard a silence so deafening,
sure to
shatter
me any moment.
Vince
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Vince  14/Trans Male/🇬🇧-🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿
(14/Trans Male/🇬🇧-🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿)   
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