They saved themselves from me
Both of them saved themselves
The first one was straight
She could not love
A trans guy like me
I wrote her hundreds of letters
And she never answered
They saved themselves from me
The second was a German girl
She was my girlfriend
She was my prom date
She was sexually assaulted by an insolent Russian
That used to sneer with sport cars
I went to avenge her
But she stopped me
"You are not a killer" - she said
And "poor you, look at the state you are in"
I cried upon her shoulder
She is a head taller
They saved themselves from me
Both of them saved themselves
What about me, when will I save myself?
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Livia Caci
autistic lesbian
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