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Sep 2016
Our doubs make us feel caged
In our head's wars are being waged
The pain we hide behind our eyes
We will crumble before you even realize
We put on our best show
So that you will not know
Our soul are litted with scars you will never see
And we wait for the day we will cease to be
Illya Oz
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Illya Oz  Agender/Australia
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