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Feb 2015
I'm so tired of the judgment
Of the constant expectations
Of the people that claim to love me
So much treating me like I am
Nothing.
Like I'm a dark hole with a short lasting existence.
Well if I am a dark hole,I last forever and
There's no changing me.
Stop trying because I can be the rarest
Form of black hole.
I can destroy everything in my wake
And feel no remorse.
Sarah Nielle
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Sarah Nielle  Lost in compromise
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