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May 2017
My father represents
strength and confidence.
Such strong faith.
My mother represents
kindness and love.
Such a happy face.
How did they come together
to create a freak who's so afraid?
A mesh of insecurity and self hate?

On the tree of life,
a dying vine.
There was no warning,
no sign.
With this life of mine
I dirtied the bloodline.
Wyatt
Written by
Wyatt  23/M/South Carolina
(23/M/South Carolina)   
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