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this is a content warning: this poem lightly touches on suicide

Take your pills
With fruit in the water
Drown yourself in apple juice 

Because I'm not sure
If I want long enough hair
For braids or,
Short like a boy's.

Bind your chest with
Floral drapes
Cut your hair
With nails so long

Because we dont know who we are, yet

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