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In my hands I hold a pen, not a needle, but a pen. Oh how I wish it were the needle. Both hold the expression to that which I hold dearly. For it's not just a pen or a needle that I hold; It is me!
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Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 12:12 AM UTC
#T
perfect life I dreamt of: a shot of hormones a boy who loves me a place to call my own and freedom to live I have it all yet why is it not enough? four years it’s all I thought of the fix to all my problems all but one became the start of all of them
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Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 12:13 AM UTC
dream life
Grab your supplies, two needles, six alcohol pads and the Wonder Woman bandaids you bought to feel brave. Remind yourself to buy a box for mom next time you supermarket shop. Curse under your breath, its left thigh week and you know the left thigh really hates T Message your group chat, Ask them to pump you up so you can ignore needle induced palpitations— are my ribs caging my heart or protecting it? Refocus yourself; now is not the time for existential thoughts Fill the syringe with the eighteen gauge, and then drop that sucker into the ancient bottle of vanilla coke filled with used needles. Change to the twenty-five gauge, refresh your music page. Is it a Queen or All Time Low shot day? Wipe your leg down, not once, not thrice, but five times— As you stare between the needle, your thigh, your needle, and again the thigh. Count to three, One, Two, Three, and in it goes, not so bad—it never is. Repeat every Sunday.
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Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 6:23 PM UTC
Doing Your Testosterone Shot: A Guide to Second Puberty
one hundred days and nights i want to spend with you my love, my friend, i want nothing more than to see you grow and become the man i always knew you could be right now it seems pointless that you're stuck inside this loop but don't fret, my friend, as t is helping you. one hundred poems and songs i grant and give to you as you are my love and my world belongs to you
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Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 8:57 AM UTC
one hundred
I spoke with testosterone, and after he ripped apart the concrete in my driveway, he sank into a pile of rubble. Lighting an ironic cigarette, he said, "Teach me how not to care" before he fell asleep. He's been there for a while. Maybe we should check on him?
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May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 3:15 AM UTC
Testosterone