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Sep 2018
I cannot make what is of what should.
I have no control.
I am not a breath of life but a kiss of death.
I fall between the cracks into the void.
I have abandoned the notion that I can get better.
I am just bad.
I cannot make what is of what should.
Written by
Brooklyn Beverly  22/F/Oregon
(22/F/Oregon)   
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