I'm being timed
And told to make these rhymes
To discover what I want to be
And figure out the visions I want to see
And the pressure is taking my breath
And burning my lips
~Still•Lying

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Still•Lying
Non-FictionEntries from a suicidal gender fluid male who doesn't feel like he can keep on living. Or simply, me writing things I think about and putting them into entries.
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I'm being timed
And told to make these rhymes
To discover what I want to be
And figure out the visions I want to see
And the pressure is taking my breath
And burning my lips
~Still•Lying