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My brain has a funny way of expressing love for someone or something My brain denies it for months, finds a way to sabotage it, My brain then flips around and craves the chase, My brain fixates on it entirely without any sort of sign of slowing down or stepping back My brain seals cracks in its synapses with compliments from men in ripped tshirts Who think that the body my brain is inside of is “just too ******* **** to be sad” My brain takes it, my brain takes it and molds itself around their steel wool hands, And molds my hands around steering wheels that mold themselves into 180 degree turns That turn cars into tree bark, on fire, lighting up pieces of my clothes throughout the air Of the town that I grew up in, and empty in, burning out carrying the reasons Why I tried to silence the constant screeching in my chest with a guard rail, Going 90 miles per hour instead of just talking to someone, But they burned up and fell in love with the sounds of the forest Before anyone else but me was able to hear them
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Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 1:07 PM UTC
my brain takes it//draft
My brain has a funny way of expressing love for someone or something My brain denies it for months, finds a way to sabotage it, My brain then flips around and craves the chase, My brain fixates on it entirely without any sort of sign of slowing down or stepping back My brain seals cracks in its synapses with compliments from men in ripped tshirts Who think that the body my brain is inside of is “just too ******* **** to be sad” My brain takes it, my brain takes it and molds itself around their steel wool hands, And molds my hands around steering wheels that mold themselves into 180 degree turns That turn cars into tree bark, on fire, lighting up pieces of my clothes throughout the air Of the town that I grew up in, and empty in, burning out carrying the reasons Why I tried to silence the constant screeching in my chest with a guard rail, Going 90 miles per hour instead of just talking to someone, But they burned up and fell in love with the sounds of the forest Before anyone else but me was able to hear them
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22/Gender Nonconforming
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 1:07 PM UTC
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