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Nov 2014
i sometimes sing myself to sleep so i can forget your soft voice murmuring

but it's never enough to erase your rough touch from my frail being

and as i lay awake and think about dreams that will suffocate me,

i can almost see the endless amount of breaths i wasted waiting for someone to love me.
Amara Pendergraft 2014
August
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August  27/Trans Male/The Secret Garden
(27/Trans Male/The Secret Garden)   
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