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Apr 2018
I thought to myself that changing was for the best.
That I broke my whole being into pieces to be a better version of
my corrupted self;
Believing I did the right thing
to find out later a monster dwells
within me.
And without a glimpse of salvation
I scream to the devil in here
so I can beg him to take me out of this miserable world.
P Marrero
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P Marrero  18/F/Orlando, FL
(18/F/Orlando, FL)   
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