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Jun 2012
I gave my identity to a man
who stabbed me with it.
I gave my identity to my friends
who tore it up into little pieces
to show everyone.
I gave my identity to my mother
who would not touch it.
Every time I would give it away
I would find it crushed
and beaten.
So now I never give it away.
I stay invisible, that's my goal,
and I'm pretty **** good at it.
Max
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Max
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