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It is trans day of remembrance Another vigilAnother memorialMore and more lost each year
They didn’t tell you that cherry cola was wrong, but they let you know it was. They said that only the sick minded drank it, declared from a broken and cracked pulpit
Years locked up, forbidden A rush of feeling unleashed Everywhere I look I am reminded Of the beauty and love I once turned away from
￼ They buried us, But we were seeds. As they filled the world with clouds of hate, Hope poured out as rain, Time was our strength, The skies cleared out, As the sun shined bright with love,
You want me to cry, to falter and give in. You desire my weakness and lack of fortitude. For prey that is weak, it is simple; for prey that is strong, it is adamant and callous.
Classic fairytales are like garbage They reek of rotten apples Pungently infiltrating the nostrils