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It seems a silly, foolish thing: obscure abstracted expectations heeded sure. However, comfort found or shred in thread, defiance! Liberation for the dead to overthrow, reject, deny decrees imposed from fears that freedom means disease. Because it chokes, barbed-wire laceration began with shouts of divine damnation, outpours a strangled, blood-laced river with no end—laws unaware of gender’s myth. To them, I am a thing one can acquire. Behind eyes worn,  I tire— Oh! How I tire of worth and value foisted most unjust. Disgust conceals (reveals) clandestine lust; they loved (and also often hated) me for what I am and what I never will be.
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Nov 14, 2020
Nov 14, 2020 at 2:57 PM UTC
A Boy Protests and Dissents for All Who Died Because They Were Themselves.
It seems a silly, foolish thing: obscure abstracted expectations heeded sure. However, comfort found or shred in thread, defiance! Liberation for the dead to overthrow, reject, deny decrees imposed from fears that freedom means disease. Because it chokes, barbed-wire laceration began with shouts of divine damnation, outpours a strangled, blood-laced river with no end—laws unaware of gender’s myth. To them, I am a thing one can acquire. Behind eyes worn,  I tire— Oh! How I tire of worth and value foisted most unjust. Disgust conceals (reveals) clandestine lust; they loved (and also often hated) me for what I am and what I never will be.
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21/Non-binary/Chicago
Nov 14, 2020
Nov 14, 2020 at 2:57 PM UTC
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