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Feb 28
Is it red?
Is it pink?
Could it possibly be blue?
No matter the color
It will be the main thing
keeping me alive.
It will also be the only thing
who dares argue
back to my brain.
Sometimes those arguments
are soft and quiet.
Other times it's
so loud it hurts.
In those moments
I wish
I could tear my heart out
and lock it up
in a cage
then throw it
far
far
far away.
RedMushrooms
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RedMushrooms  23/Gender Questioning/Virginia
(23/Gender Questioning/Virginia)   
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