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Awake in the night
reaching out for your hand...
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And I doubt I’ll be able to forget
the text messages we sent...
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And it's not that I don't feel safe with myself,
or with this environment even...
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The longer I am here,
the more I lose my...
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The stress builds
until my hands shake...
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The dysphoria feels like a punch to the gut,
feeling fine then suddenly out of place...
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The choices I have made, this one in particular,
will not grant me any reprieve...
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you’ve been working on me
ever since I can remember...
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Just because I don’t respond
doesn’t mean I didn’t hear...
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The calmness here is eerie,
the silence that cuts like a knife...
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I found a thread from what I wear
And now I am in quite despair...
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tail bent and buckled
body painted with tyre marks...