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These spot the differences are hard

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minghao’s mullet weeding out the fakes 💀

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Me with all these tests I thought I did good on

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the real baby of the group

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When your friend says she only wants to know the member’s names but thats what you said before you fell into the rabbit hole-

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Your hands are my safe place , my home.

When I hold them they fit mine perfectly.

They are warm , sometimes cold and when you’re nervous sometimes clammy.

Hands tell a story of who you are and what you do. A old man with scars on his tell you he works hard.

A hard working mom without her nails done means she puts time into her kids to care about beauty.

A teen with the newest and most expensive nail work tell she likes high class things.

Hands do a lot. They hold your phone , steer your car , text the people you love.

Most are lucky to have them. But many take for granted. Like ... what the hell am I supposed to do with them when you walk closer to me.

I have no pockets cause women jeans hate us. You’ll think I’m weird if I shove them in my bra. What do I do.

Instead I fiddle with my thumbs. A way to ease yourself.

Love always, Jorge.

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“Laverne Cox becomes the first trans woman on the cover of Cosmopolitan!”

-  Affinity Magazine

CONGRATULATIONS LAVERNE!!!

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People often ask what makes me the way I am. Why am I so persistent? Don’t I ever give up ? Do I know when to stop ?

I like to prove people wrong. I don’t give up cause then they are right. I don’t stop till I need to.

But as anyone I have that stupid ass voice telling me different. I hate that voice cause I know it can be right. I hate that voice cause it’s me.

I hate me.

I hate how I know I’m not good enough for society. I’m to realistic.

I hate how I smart off. Just the way I talk.

I hate how I can’t get my shit together. The way I’m bipolar at times.

I hate that I’m being compared to everybody around me. My brother , those high school girls where one is more than likely pregnant.

I’m not

I’m not anyone. I am me.

I am always listening. I hear someone say I love you too to the person they aren’t married too.

I am always watching. I see those lies fly one by one.

I am always around. I may nit be seen but trust me I know.

I learned.

I learned that it’s okay to be weird. Just not to weird.

I learned that I know more than what I need to know.

I learned that I may have a good reason I didn’t end it all last year.

I learned that I can win a fight just by providing a point.

I learned that heartbreak isn’t as bad as they say. Makes you do things you think are impossible.

I learned from heartbreak comes a stronger you. More confidence built up.

I learned that your only friend you are gunna have is a dog. And that’s okay.

I know.

I know that I’m like for a reason. I don’t know what that is yet.

I know my baby cousin looks up to me.

I know I’m not the best at things.

I know that I am wiser than most.

I know that I am who I am. And I can get used to it.

Love always,

Jorge

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Getting in that Christmas mood

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13

Don’t expect a happy ending

Talks about suicide. Read at risk

When you first see her you think she is the happiest person to date. Always smiling never really caring about opinions.

She pushes herself to do better. When you ask her what she wants tondi when she gets older she simply says “ leave here and see the world .” Then walks away.

Her leave here and see the world was different each day. She didn’t know what was right.

Nobody would’ve guessed this happy girl already had her suicide notes written. She had said goodbye but not where people could hear.

She often quoted “ one day I’ll fly away. And leave this all to yesterday. “ people mistaken it for traveling.

But she didn’t mean that.

She didn’t go to school that day. She always went. Sick or sleep deprived. But today she had enough. She was done.

She sat in her room starting at the pills on the desk in front of her. She wanted for her mom to go to work with her dad shortly fallowing.

13

The number in terrot cards stood as death or change.

Q

13

That number lingered as the words her family yelled at each other after dinner. The “ I love you’s “ we’re all replaced with fighting. Some nights awkward silences.

13

That number would end it all.

13

The amount of pills it would take to end the sarrow. The grief. The pain.

13

Down the hatch. She layed their accepting the cold hands of death that cradled her as a new born babe.

13 hours

Before her mom would be home.

13 minuets before she realized she wasn’t sleeping.

13 seconds

To realize that the once happy teen was not who she was.

Not even a scream for help . Not a peep about how she felt. Just scilence. A silent scream only one could hear.

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It’s funny that I’m told I’m the immature one in my family. But it’s more hilarious to see my parents argue like kids in a play pin. Or my brother cry to mommy after someone ruined his ego.

But being alone I learned that shit happens. People ain’t gunna like you. So someone inusults me. I learned to laugh and walk away. I learned to do may things by myself. I am currently teaching myself my own schooling.

I own two dogs cause my family wants both to do with them. I clean the apartment at night cause nobody is awake destroy it. Also cause I have severe insomnia.

I hide it that I’m annoyed that I can’t be a regular seventeen year old girl who goes to the mall , Starbucks and parties now.

I already decided on I don’t want a boyfriend or a romantic life. I will just love and spoil myself.

I overall learned to accept people for their differences. Maybe it’s cause I’m different. I dunno bro.

Thanks to whoever reads this. Gratefully appreciated. ~ Jorge

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i cant let yall get away with this one