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Aug 2015
Afraid  of what I don't know.
love what hate me the most.
Caught in a battle to be myself
when told the best thing is someone  else.

Extricated from defeat.
Accompanied by agony.
Forced to love irony.
Humbled by deceit.

To be myself self I must stay sound
Or change my stars uniquely.
No more innocence to be found
What a battle within me.
Poem created by Medinah Aousunt
Medinah Aousunt
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   Earl Jane
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