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Oct 2017
My only peace, the comfort of my soul.
The only place where it's only the people i know.
My only peace and my sorrows to shout,
Here, they lead a stranger without a doubt.
He tainted the floors to which i fairly cleaned
scrubbed his trail to be left unseen.
He gathers his thought to talk.
I felt a choking sensation, i feel mocked.
"Please get out of the house!"
She stood flabbergasted as he stayed put
"Shut up be nice and talk like a host should!"
Choked, Stayed isolated in one corner with no room to sleep in
My only cope is a gadget my only last peace and comfort of my soul.
Andieeson
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Andieeson  17/Gender Questioning/Philippines
(17/Gender Questioning/Philippines)   
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