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Mar 2016
a last resort, or the first
it's become blurred
probably not the worst
but not so great either

just one of the paths to feel more human
to feel comfortable in my skin
to stop the constant attack
and hide the pain within

subtle yet strong
stronger with others
the more numbing the better
ingrained ideals from mothers'
perspective, but not what she wanted
for me
weird poem written while sick idk
Aoife Teese
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Aoife Teese  north
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