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Oct 2015
My love is in spite
I didn't want this, right?
I had to let go of my kite
It wasn't doing me right
With you, everything happened at first sight
Everything you said were such dead trites
Should I even trust my eyesight?
I knew you were a lie
Just unsure of our measure of time
You were so sour, like lemons and limes
But what's happened happened
Whatever tears that's fallen has been washed away in rain
I bet I'd have that power if I had the patience of a crane
I'm discussing the matters of my brain
Forcing my body to sit on the crossroads for the next train
Aren't my emotions such a drain.
I wish the good in my heart was larger than a piece of grain
But, Pain,
Let the voices that's lain
Lose this little ferocious game
I'd give everything to be able to only forget my name
And everything society has ingrained
I am so dazed. ****.
I  wonder when I'll feel good.
Chalsey Wilder
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Chalsey Wilder  22/Two-Spirit/Space
(22/Two-Spirit/Space)   
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   ---, --- and Misty Meadows
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