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Jan 2015
Why, why me? But
I slept, ate and swam
Eight months. Make it nine
In your extremely ****** up
*****. The hell, you said
I could be sold, for cash.
He said no, then why did he
Go around. No business
******* people, with a family
Back waiting. My loss
They say. But still I'm considered
Lucky, now with them.
I want to say, sure as hell
You never know. There ain't
No difference.  No
Ain't an ounce.
Kzéia Cheshire Estérel
Written by
Kzéia Cheshire Estérel  26/Two-Spirit/Lalaland
(26/Two-Spirit/Lalaland)   
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   --- and Pax
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