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Jan 2016
People can stab me as many times as they need
right in my heart with a blade of name calling and insults related to my baggage they can see that is not in my hand being held by my choice.
Today I live and not even a blade of insulting names or bullets of jokes that tease for what I can't change does not **** me.
Nobody brings me down.
They always try to take my hand and pull me down.
I just let go.
That's all we need.
Luna Casablanca
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Luna Casablanca
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