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Jul 2016
I feel so sick
So hungry for attention
But I don't have any intentions to eat
Just starve
In this heat
Stomach growls
She's got me beaten
Black and white out
It's blinding me
Takin my vision
But it's all about precision
And there's lack of that in my decisions
*******, this world ain't free, it's now a prison
Idk where it came from precisely
Chalsey Wilder
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Chalsey Wilder  22/Two-Spirit/Space
(22/Two-Spirit/Space)   
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     NuBlaccSoul, --- and Aazzy
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