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Dear rich people.

Hello millionaires and billionaires, stay the storm out of the American political system please. And if you are going to fund groups then please think abt what your funding, and  I’m not talking abt the political aspect of it while I do hate the things that many billionaires *cough the Walton’s cough* are funding I’m aware that both sides of the political spectrum need to receive funding I’m just pissed that yall don’t understand that on the dems side at least cali does not need more funding you

Opportunities

Opportunities present themselves And you must seek opportunities And your so bright And you’ll succeed And they don’t know The opportunities? They present themselves until theyre  All that’s left.   And then Me. A husk of a child. The opportunity crushing me The “such a bright young man” crushing me I am a boy.  Whos a girl. Whos so bright. And won’t live past 20. I ask why. Why. Why. Why. I do things

Walking

I like walking. Not running, not jogging. Walking. I think, I could walk forever. Just existing, into the distance. The constant repetitive movement makes me sad. But good sad. I could walk. But I can’t somedays.  Somedays I walk forever. Some I don’t want to walk out of bed. Some I want to walk off a cliff or into the ocean. Some I want to walk along said cliff or said ocean and take in the beauty of life. Im not sure what today was. It was bo

The Cross

I don’t hate religious people. And I don’t fear all of them. Just most.  And the thing that’s ironic. When they wonder why I grow uncomfortable around them, or why I take off my rainbow bracelet, or remove my rings and straighten my stance, or deepen my voice. It’s not because my parents conditioned me to think this way. It’s because the ones with the crosses did. When I see a cross in a house, I look for exits. When I see a cross on a necklace I prepare to turn, when I go to the bathroom

Letter To Those Stormin Hoes that run the Arkansas Government

Dear senators, politely, storm yourselves, would you like an explantation of dysphoria? Ok well it’s like having a metal D4 in your shoe your whole life and, oh you don’t know what a d4 is? Here *throws metal d4 rlyyyy hard at them*. Anyways it’s like having this in both of your shoes and tiny thumbtacks constantly pricking you, and you think it’s normal for a while then you learn “oh not everyone’s life is awful likes this?” And then it gets worse because you’re aware of how bad it all is. And

Opinions on dress wear

Suits classically for men look really good on women and enbies i hate wearing them but it’s better than jeans and a tshirt so I wear it in black to show my disdain Dresses classically for women look very good on men and enbies I love wearing them but I have one so I wear it alone in my room for no one to see   these two parallels, two opposite garments, two opposing opinions The one scenario where I must wear this suit Th

Poem

Tchaik six my beloved  so simple and true every time that I listen i shed a small tear for you You make me so sad and fill me with joy tchaik six my beloved  so simple and true every single sharder reading this should listen to you all four movements  they cause much joy and make Tchaikovskys heart flutter despite his depart        anyways go listen to Tchaik six  @Kansas Stormcursed @Through The
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