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The invisible sexuality


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I am broken

I am invisible

I am not real

I am confused

I am a robot

I do not exist

I am a plant

I "must have been abused"

I cannot feel

I will always be alone

Because I am asexual.

I am not the only one

I am not broken

Invisible though I may be

I do exist

I am real

I am a person

Your words hurt me so I am not a robot

I may be a plant, I do love the sun

I have never been abused, except by the words of peers

I can feel, feel the sting of words

I will never be alone

I have friends

I am in love.

And I am asexual.

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