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Feb 2019
How was I suppose to know,
Maybe, it isn’t my fault at all?
Maybe I just need to grow,
Without you in my roots
Maybe my leaves are rotting,
I’m already dying
Just leave me to the feelings
That I contain.

My tree is crying
Out with the cold of tears
And in with the warm of silence
Just let me be
I’m falling slowly
Wilting like a flower underneath the burning sun
Just let me go.
Bones
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Bones  Gender Nonconforming
(Gender Nonconforming)   
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     ---, Fawn and Perry
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