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my breath stinks

my armpits smell

my stomach aches

I am not the man I thought I was

better to be dead

then have to spend a

lifetime dying. but

I’d be awkward as anyone

else in anyother life

so there is only

this and

with all,

it perseveres.

I cannot wash the

stain of maleness

off my clothes

I am not the man I ought to have been

only recently realizing

that I have to obliterate all

that should not be known

or read, less it be known

and read.

and still,

my breath stinks,

my armpits smell.

my stomach aches.

 - Hoc Scripsi