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and i just-

i'm so fucking relieved, 
it isn't even funny anymore.
i want to sing and dance and cry
all at the same time

because i'm genderqueer, 
and i'm okay with that, 
and i'm finally cutting my hair. 

soon, soon, soon, 
no longer empty promises
or lurking wishes, 
i will be free of the weight
that holds my head down at night, 

strands of auburn 
against the stark white of my pillowcase, 
spread and splayed, 

i am no longer
bound my my hair. 

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