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Mar 2016
it took wasting away in my own body to realize that i'm not invincible
and in the process i met (where) my mother (thought she was invincible) (also thought she was)
(and where she) suffered the same fate
i've met so much trauma there
so much trauma in that space
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ever since meeting you there i haven't been able to look at you the same
Written by
Keenon Brice  Baltimore
(Baltimore)   
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