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Sep 2018
You were born from your mother's religion of peace
You came from your father's belief of war
With a rosary in your hand for your sins
And a bullet clenched between your teeth to remind you of both strength and weakness
Every battle you fight with your hands is nothing
Compared to the war you wage against yourself
Lexie
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Lexie  22/F/Spent Out
(22/F/Spent Out)   
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     Lexie, --- and Tatiana
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