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Sep 2017
So low
l
o
w
e
r
Lower
Slower
The pain is dragging out
It's depth is slippery
It feels like it's me
I don't believe it though
It's just a heavy jacket
I'm something else underneath that jacket
But ******* ****
I can't find the zipper
I've been in here for a while
Some days I can't tell if this jacket is my skin
Remember it's a jacket
REMEMBER!
It's a battle
Pyou pyou pyou
With myself.
It feels like I'm against the world
But I know it's with myself.
Negra
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Negra  Chicago
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