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Feb 2018
no -
you'd rather not have me born at all

I breathe air
I take up space
I make music, reaching only ears
that don't want to hear

And you hate me
I know it
Hate me for the person I became
under your roof
under your command
aloof
distant
Yet I became

Alone in a single pool of light
I became
Jo
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Jo  21/F/Sweden
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