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I am force fed mud, and expected to create water. Surrounded by darkness, and told to be the light. I am deceived, only to spill the truth. I am what you made me: very, very flawed.
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Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 10:25 PM UTC
What you make of me
I am force fed mud, and expected to create water. Surrounded by darkness, and told to be the light. I am deceived, only to spill the truth. I am what you made me: very, very flawed.
becca-7
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Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 10:25 PM UTC
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