How can you allow this? Trump took over and now your words are silent. We all fought to stop the violence. Opening my closet of depression everyone was shut, emotions flying to my bed as my feet followed. Another four years I will be drenched in sorrow. Do I have to accept him? It took years for our acceptance. The clothes I wear, the gender I like, this whole world is one fight. The night is awkwardly moody. The room is filled with tension. I dropped everything and left. Goodnight, coffee mug.
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