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Sep 2015
The first day is harsh
I haven't found my way out of the marsh
to the ocean
The sand covers my feet now 
Yet I'm alone.
I remember none that has happened
sleeping painfully
All those emotions I believed
Now where am I? 
I'm stranded, alone
Days turn to weeks, months to years
How long have I been
Am I even alive?
If this is my punishment
What is my fate
My blood was red
Now it turns blue.
I was happy
When I thought of you
I barely remember a face
A smell, a touch.
I miss my family, I miss my face
I can't see them
they think I've vanished without a trace...
Léia Cheshire Estérel
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Léia Cheshire Estérel  24/Two-Spirit/Lalaland
(24/Two-Spirit/Lalaland)   
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