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Post by buffysmglover on Aug 21, 2008 15:27:54 GMT -5
I found this and some other poems from around March or later (basically after I had the bisexual epiphany and before school ended) in my binder while I was getting my stuff ready for going back to school a couple weeks ago.
One room. One time. A song That will rhyme. His heart. His eyes. It hurts When he cries. Thoughts in His head. They fill Him with dread. He knows Its wrong, So he Sings a song. But they Won't leave, And he Cannot breathe. Panic Attacks Don't help Him relax. Until He's fine. His life Will be mine.
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