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Mar 2016
47.
because i'm supposed to be good?
i'm not allowed to have any fun?
i'm supposed to remain within these lines?
never stepping even a toe out?
how then can i truly live?
because see, i'm already dead
i need to find a semblance of what it feels to be alive
i am not a bad person
i am just a sad person
Everyone judging you for trying to **** your mind.
Julia Mae
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Julia Mae  25/Illinois.
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   Pushkar Mishra
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