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May 2017
Envy
Jealousy
All the things they say to me don't
Make sense
In my mind where I
Create sense
Make sense

Never before have I felt this way.

They told me
They made me
The way I was always supposed to be
But I'm not.
I always find myself in a knot
Their knot.
Written by
Mitchell Reid  18/M
(18/M)   
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