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Feb 2016
I'm not your responsibility?

You can't make hate to someone every day without their consent and say that their self-loathing isn't your baby.

I knew it was yours at the moment of conception, but there is no child support to paid for a stillborn rage.

Six years of tender loving wasn't enough to soften your stony heart, but it only took nine months for you to tear me apart.

This is a cold dead love and it has your eyes. So when you look at me, and all I see is the aborted hope of compassion how is it not your responsibility?
M Blake
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M Blake  Gender Fluid/Chicago, IL
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