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Aug 2016
Can I write my wrongs in bold print written down on a sheet of paper I could barely hold in my fist my words I speak often slur with a twist.......... My words has been written on a white sheet of paper with blue lines telling the truth from the lies. I'm ashamed I have cut myself deep but none can see the scars I bleed.. I have torn my soul out an left it on the corner of our street hoping that you or someone would realize that's me an take my soul safely locked away with a key to keep safe from me . I have lied to myself that I am worthy . I've done so many things I can bare to speak but my soul is still lost at sea at the corner of our street waiting for you or someone to discover me. So can I write my wrongs in bold print written down on a sheet of paper I could barely fit in my fist
Courtney shields
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Courtney shields  19/F/Chicago
(19/F/Chicago)   
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