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Nov 2015
With nowhere to run,
And nowhere to hide,
The bitter truth eats away
At my insides.

Trapped in a cage,
Lock hid away
Clock ticking down,
Day after day

I'm quite like a bomb,
Ready to blow
When time runs out,
Then time will seem to slow

Boom
when someone entrusts you with a secret and you become a timebomb, ready to blow
Viseract
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Viseract  23/Trans Female/Adelaide
(23/Trans Female/Adelaide)   
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