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Feb 2018
She looks, speaks, and desires to be free
Possessed, duranged, confused
This must be me?

Reckless, restless, so radiant
She is captivating
Deprecating and suffocating

The moon floods her eyes
The winds snuggle her thighs
The oceans kiss her cheeks
The clouds wrapping her physique

Iā€™m stuck in here paralyzed
Demonized.. Yet mesmerized

By the woman who claims to be me
Struggling with my identity during a manic episode. I love her, but I am not her.
TreyOctober
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TreyOctober  25/F/PA
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