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Postby NowDaniel » Thu Mar 31, 2011 1:58 pm

It's hard to breath,
It's hard to think,
To crush a chest that's heaving,
I force it down,
I lock it tight,
I'll act it out with all my might,
Head hung low,
The passing street,
Let me be a guy for all to meet.

Um, yeah, a poem a wrote a while back about wearing my chest binder and hoping not to get noticed.
Who could I ever be, but me?

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