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Apr 19
there has always been this unmitigated wall between me and the rest of the world. i don’t know if i was born this way or if i was made into this by hands that were far from safe. all i know is that i have an incurable loneliness inscribed on every inch of my being.
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lone pine poetry  22/Trans Male/the dirt
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