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Nov 2016
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I belong to no particular place,
Have no particular purpose
So I sit down on the ground sometimes like
"Why am I so worthless?"
But I'm not, I got potential
Potential that's within me
By now you're probably thinking
I'm speaking like a scratched and broken CD
I don't like that I get sad
And I fucken hate being so mad
I think that it is wrong
To hate what little that I have but
I've been misdirected all my life, been guided the wrong way
So little things like rumours make me crazy
My vision gets all hazy and I ain't thinking straight
I should probably be focused on the events as of late
And the things more important in life, that deserve my attention
But when I stray from others they hurt, and that is not the intention
But no matter how hard I try, I can't make everyone happy
Smiles on faces, going places just to feel better about the differences within me

I want to be a good friend, but it seems that I just can't
And I end up getting mad and writing a poetic rant
I don't care anymore, trust is warranted
So don't ask me how I am
Because I trust no-one
Viseract
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Viseract  23/Trans Female/Adelaide
(23/Trans Female/Adelaide)   
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     --- and Weeping willow
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