I spend too much time on trains and trying not to think about how you're the only boy my asexual self would ever consider being vulnerable for.
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Dysphoria And Other Ritualistic Behaviours
PoetryMy mind is a storm water drain. Contained within is my current attempt to force my hand. I used to write every night, now I'm lucky if it's once every three months.
March 17th, 2017
I spend too much time on trains and trying not to think about how you're the only boy my asexual self would ever consider being vulnerable for.
