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Apr 2015
Battered, bruised
Aching heart , smoke inhalation my life is done
Obsessive lovers broken down
My life is done
Marlboro , rather peaceful.
Medication numbing
My life is done .
Little girls and boys weeping, baby boy I cannot hold you , I am too far gone
I need to be held. Who will hold me.
I want to hold you.
This is not the last letter but one of many
My life is done.
Torn apart
Battered , bruised.
My life is done.
Air supply cut off , lights flashing
I'm the deer caught in the on coming cars headlights.
This is it. Battered and bruised.
My life is done.
Kwanele
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Kwanele  22/Gender Nonconforming/South Africa
(22/Gender Nonconforming/South Africa)   
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