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Apr 2016
visibility.
something i've never been able to say for myself.
No matter how much I try to exist,
people see right through me.
Like I'm a ghost.
But when they need me,
I am as solid as a rock.
They only need me
for my brain.
I feel unappreciated.
I've picked so many people up,
only for them to knock me down.
So,
do i quit?
But,
what if someone really needs me?
am i worth their consideration?
Błeeding Dįamøndš
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Błeeding Dįamøndš  16/M/Denver, Colorado
(16/M/Denver, Colorado)   
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   Bailey and Joseph Pattison
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