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Jun 2018
I strip myself of these tattered clothes,

And dig my feet into the earth below.

Breathing out my hidden identity,

For in this breath, I can be free.

At a young age,

To the moon I would plea,

To undo these shackles chained to this alternate reality.

Save my soul,
And bury me with the moon.

It will all be over soon.
mel
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mel  22/F/Pennsylvania
(22/F/Pennsylvania)   
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