She shakes me awake
I grumble my complaints
She sits on me
I wince at the pain
She notices and asks I'm I'm okay as she gets up
"I'm fine"
"Good"
She helps me out of my makeshift bed
I get dressed
And I think of a face that I love
I should text her
"Good morning"
"Good morning"
I smile and am suddenly fully awake
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A Boy in Pink
PoetryA trans boy is depressed He hates himself, and others around him Life apparently hates him too A pansexual demigirl is also depressed For different reasons She has been thrown out of her house because she is queer And now we have our little genderfl...
