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Sep 2022
I let him hold my shaking hands
And kiss my busted lips
I let him touch my insecurities
And see my healing scars
I gave him access to my everything
And I thought he did the same
I saw lust and interpreted it as love
What a fool I am
nevaeh
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nevaeh  19/Genderqueer/love
(19/Genderqueer/love)   
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       ---, Oskar Erikson, Autumn, Mikey and Tom Orr
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