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Jul 2016
Feeling a sense of power in my
Veins.
It trickles up my arms--
Sends signals to my
Brain.
Telling me I don't have no room
To be making these
Complaints.
Telling me you don't have no room
To call yourself
Insane
Misty Meadows
Written by
Misty Meadows  21/F/Pennsylvania
(21/F/Pennsylvania)   
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