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Jun 2018
Much sleep, yet unrested
Making my last confessions
Naked layers of aggression,
Beneath the skin it festers.

Say to you that I'm alright.
Loathe you don't see me most nights,
Loathe that I'm me that's not right,
Loathe that I'm NOT A NORMAL CHILD!

I can't stay LONGER,
Wish I was STRONGER,
It's not about me,
It's for you.

I cannot make it,
Sacrifice for you,
Loathe your reactions,
Loathe how you'll react to..
That which you won't accept,
That which is very true.
Sometime I wish that truths were accepted and correctly dealt with.
Asominate
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Asominate  21/Guyana, South America
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