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Nov 2016
Make a whole **** lot good, everybody'll praise;
Make one bad and all hell'll break loose.
Be what they want, everybody'll be dazzled;
Be who you are, and hell'll break loose.
(At least that's how it was for me.)

Cut; bleed; die.
Hurt; speak; silence.
Think; select; analyze.
Not all words you say are heard by them.
(At least that's how it is for me.)

It's funny how all these happen;
They all feel correlated;
As all look down on me
And feast on my insecurities and weaknesses.
(How quaint.)

Making words has never been so fulfilling;
As false accusations are made against those depressed;
You're just going another phase;
Well to that, I say:* How dumb of them!
*Not everything you say is right!
If it's a blur then it's working
woolgather
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woolgather  23/Non-binary/Philippines
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