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Oct 2015
She's gone,
but my heart's still beating
Must not have been a big throng
Cause my mind is deceiving
I have my wrongs
But my life does have meaning
With this kush I blow this ****
With this stone I keep my hone
Make this session long
I can take just being alone
But hey, I know my imperfections.
And hey! I know your sick confessions!

And here's a confession of mine,
I could never have loved you either way.

The pen is indeed mightier than the sword.

Good outlet for anger too.
Chalsey Wilder
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Chalsey Wilder  22/Two-Spirit/Space
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