LGBTQ+ poem:
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Last published Thu, Jul 2, 2020
A poem written by me, during a mental breakdown and I wanted to embrace some deeper feelings I have. I, myself, am pansexual and even though in modern society we believe in equality, there's still many issues we have.
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