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Diagnosed

crowded rooms
impatient stares
screaming kids
medicine in the air
the symptoms haven't been to basic
I've been weak in the knees
my period on a freeze
i keep getting urges to fuck
with so much luck

Now i am hot
sweaty palms
Nevertheless
I'm ready for my diagnosis
my name is being called
long white halls
white and cold
strange voices over the intercom

He says to me have a seat
my abuela stands next to me
with her judgmental eyes
if only she knew i am the victim here
seven years ago there was a robbery while she was gone
in courtesy of her daughter

He begins to say
you have a high level of hormones
which can cause hyper-sexuality
i sit and pretend to not know
as my abuela eyes become soften with relief
so basically my aunt created a
Nymphomaniac
Written by selenanthemix
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