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Dec 2017
Maybe it's a fluke,
Maybe I'm broken,
Maybe the idea of what I thought I wanted is not for me,
Maybe I'm greedy,
I'm confused,
I'm lost.
I'm sorry that I can't say to you what I want to say,
These empty thoughts,
I'm torn apart.
Help me,
I'm not okay anymore.
I don't know if being okay is enough anymore.
Allyssa
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Allyssa  20/F/South Carolina
(20/F/South Carolina)   
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   Glassmuncher and Joseph Miller
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