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It’s so dang exhausting
Like a faucet dripping
Most days it taps on my head
Drip
Drip
Drip
And I ignore it
Tune it out
I’ll go insane if I don’t
But then
There are some days
Where I just
Can’t
Stand
Listening
The dripping sounds like a torrent, an assault flooding my brain
But when I cry in pain
All I get is, “Don’t you love the rain?”
Asexuality in a Sexual World