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May 2018
i am broken
don’t try tell me i’m not
i’m not here for your convenience
you blinded me

i don’t want to just be attractive
i want to be intelligent
i want to be exquisite
tell me i’m perfect with clothes on

don’t even try to strip me of strength
stop restraining me from finding someone who cares
if someone like that exists
Written by
Feelix Blues  15/F
(15/F)   
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     Orlando Weaver and Moe
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