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Feb 2014
Sir
I could call you Sir until the day you were dead,
- but would you notice how my lips moved whenever I said it?

I could bring my hands to rest upon your lap,
- but would you notice how my fingers curl up?

I could say goodbye,
- but I'd never notice how you wouldn't care.
Faith
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Faith  19/Cisgender Female/MS
(19/Cisgender Female/MS)   
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