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Sin – poetry
The candle flickers in the breeze from the window, And the sweat is cooling on my skin. I raise my head to the heavens, And ask if this could really be called sin. My…
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King – poetry
I liken myself to Jesus, But I have never been that selfless. The weight on my shoulders is my cross, My body; my sentence. I just wanted to be king, But my body was…
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Dorian buys a binder
The day my first binder arrived, my life changed. I’d ordered it in secret, not quite ready to share this step of my journey with my parents, especially when they were just coming to…
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Void
When I was younger, I thought everyone felt the way I felt. Like their skin was too tight for the vastness of their soul. I’ve always felt like I was far-reaching, endless. It wasn’t…
Byronic Mess 