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Sep 2017
I want to wallow in
the deep red ***** of self-hatred
not mainly because I want to
but because I've got no choice anyway.
It's comforting warmth has been
my safe space in this world
full of polite people demanding you to stop being so naked, to cover ****** parts of you with thin white suffocating *******-
I'm going crazy my works don't make any sense anymore.
Moissa
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Moissa  18/F
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     --- and Nini Smalls
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