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Jan 2016
My whole world is bad.
Besides black I see dark.
Between life I see desilution.
Not knowing who am I.
I feel sad and mad.
Mad because I lost myself.
Sadly alive for my reality.
Discovering who you are is not fun.
Im madly sad.
Never lost before.
For the first time I want to die because I'm not ready to cry.
There are ghosts inside my head.
So heavy to fight.
I cant see more than myself blocked by someone else.

Please set me free
Elena Ramos
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Elena Ramos  20/Two-Spirit/Honduras
(20/Two-Spirit/Honduras)   
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