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men scare me,

but I try to never let it get to me,

I just can't trust a grown adult with a grand side of masculinity,

i know they're not all bad, i swear and i do not mean to offend.

but they all scare me.


sometimes i can't control it

and when your hand touches my neck,

I fret,

no matter the circumstance,

you did not mean it but i was scared.

very, very terrified.

even though it was just a small nudge,

i imagined every possibilty of what you could do to me,

even on that public bus,

not that you would -

you're a very nice man,

but feelings are feelings

and ever since then,

i cringe when i see your hand

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