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Jun 2014
It has been a lonely day
Avoiding people
because of what they say
their words are knives
that cuts through me
cuts through my soul
cuts through my dignity.

what am I supposed to do?
If what I am is what is true
I dare not hide beneath an identity
My identity was long before
When Christ died for me.
My identity is in Christ.
Eliza
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Eliza  28/F
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