dust
i am falling limp to the ground
as my soul starts to decay.
at the slightest touch carress
my body will start to crumble into dust.
as the ashes of not only my body
but my soul, my whole being,
blows away in the wind.
i keep on thinking why?
what did i do to you
to make you want to hurt me so badly
cant you see im already broken?
did i do something?
or do you just want to break me
because you are already broken.
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I am a non-binary pan-sexual who goes by they/them pronouns. I love anying that has to do with art like drawing, writing, reading, music, and painting. I want to make a difference through my words even if it is just a small one. I want to change how this world is , change how it thinks. I speak for women rights , gay rights , trans rights , and everyone's rights. I speak up for the people who can't do it for their selves. I have a voice bigger than Mount Everest and I show that I do where ever i go. I speak for suicide prevention and try and help the people who self harm. I am me.
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