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Oct 2015
I try to open up but have yet to be
understood
I've seen a lot of ****** up ****
But it'll do me good.
When it boils down to what's left and
what's intact,
Don't ever speak like I'm
at fault for that,
Because it's true.
Just wanted my thoughts to be held by you,
Whats the ******* point I'll just be
mistaken my whole life,
By some bigot that assumes that what I'm saying
is that "I just wanna die."
Go on, I don't need your doctors help,
I'll go back to letting my book alone,
unforgotten on the shelf.
Georgia Curtis
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Georgia Curtis
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