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Jan 2016
Don't think you'd ever understand
The pain beneath my skin,
The hurt that crawls up like guilt
The promises splinted like my soul.
All and all but empty words
I cussed my stupidity,
Hating me for who I was
The failure I made of myself.
Why do I **** up
Why so perfectly
Why anyone, why me.
Léia Cheshire Estérel
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Léia Cheshire Estérel  24/Two-Spirit/Lalaland
(24/Two-Spirit/Lalaland)   
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