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Nov 2020
I was afraid to be myself Until I met her.
I never feel judged.
My face blushes,
When I see her name on my screen.
Staying up late just to send one more text.
In the end, its worth losing sleep
Written by
Blake  24/FTM
(24/FTM)   
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