Gender dysphoria, sexual confusion, alcoholism, paranoia, anxiety, and not being able to differentiate all of that from being possibly functionally retarded and not being able to find or trust the help I need is going to kill me. I feel like throwing molotov cocktails at cars I could be able to afford if I weren't maybe just a naive and whiny little bitch.
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I spit bullets in my feet
Every time I speak
So I write instead
And still people want me dead
~msc
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