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Jul 4
I'm terrified
of finding you dead
by your own small hands.
Though your hands are
almost as big as mine
I fear
the genetic curses
I have been battling
will hit you
and we wont know
until its too late
I'm scared to lose you
even though you are
fine
about my little sister, its hard to tell mental illness apart from being a teenage girl.
Jamie
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Jamie  FTM/nowhere and everywhere
(FTM/nowhere and everywhere)   
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