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Jan 2018
The words I spend the most time writing, never actually appear before the eyes of anyone besides my own

I have to write them, but they won't be said

They reveal the side of me I hate

The side that is scared

The side that is selfish

The side that wishes it could be free.

I will bring these chains on my back as long as I go
Zach
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Zach  18/M/Minnesota
(18/M/Minnesota)   
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