Fuck it
I’m not a fighter
I’m a fawn.
I break all my lovers down.
Then they put themselves together
Better.
I want to break that pattern,
Cause I always break myself harder.
I want a community.
Always a black sheep,
Magnet for trouble.
Finally reaching privilege.
Happier.
Discovering myself
A little speck of glitter
In a swirl of glitters
In the void.
Like dust
Spinning.
Filling notebooks
And blank spaces
In empty minds.
A fantasy for most.
Never feeling real,
Unless I’m snuggled close.
Brigid Faye, Reader 
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