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Broke my finger when I touched myself Couldn’t find where the vulva was supposed to split And it was too slippery down there, Too foreign for my comfort

Lost my voice when I called your name Lettering like kola nut in my mouth Slicing my tongue When I tried explaining myself To myself, or whoever would listen

(This was supposed to be forever, I was supposed to be forever)

I’ve stepped into every phase of my life With a twisted ankle and feeling a little less grounded

Cut my hand on the mirror As I tried to learn myself Without asking any of the hard questions I know I hate to hear

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