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Sep 2016
It's hard to explain who I am.
Eyes flickering across my body,
looking for faults in the logic.

Contradictions piling up,
as standard operating procedures fail.
Anger and bewilderment to frightened to share...
one little question, awkward and scared.
who am I?

A broken binary falls at my feet
like the clothes I've come to dread
and the skin I wish to shed.
My body left an undefined and unwanted shell.

I'm somewhere deep inside,
trapped inside this human cage.
Eliza Fairchild
Written by
Eliza Fairchild  Ithaca
(Ithaca)   
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