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Jan 24
When a boy slept in my bed
I felt like a hostage.
When a girl slept in my bed
I felt a *******.

He left marks on my neck,
A smell so repellent.
He was rotting in there
While girls give clean air.

His hair was long
But girls sing songs
Of butterflies and care;
Cannibalise my stare.
Abby
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Abby  23/Non-binary/United Kingdom
(23/Non-binary/United Kingdom)   
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