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Apr 2017
I do not write so much as bleed out onto the paper in moments of catastrophe,
baring the pain of my soul for the whole world to see -
the words spill out from my heart until it aches no more,
until the wounds from the battles I’ve fought are no longer sore.
Shay
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Shay  27/F
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   Druzzayne Rika
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