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May 2017
I fear the thought of failure
my name written in the dirt
spat upon
Standing in line
picked out
like a painting
framed,
ashamed of what..
of who I've become
The mistakes
the bad things
Horrible
Unkind
I look back down
at my name in the dirt
a gravelly scribble
I grab a stick,

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Your mistakes make you human.
wouldn't you like to know
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wouldn't you like to know  18/Non-binary/England
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