Looking back at old photos, it’s like watching myself decay. The way I’ve changed, my smile lessened, my face changing entirely. My body feeling more foreign. I want to be me again. I want to be alive again.
Here goes nothing.
you warmed up to the idea of being with me while I was with her. I think had she been a man, you wouldn’t have held my hand under the table,...
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