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Oct 2018
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i’ve been stuck in the same place
since, i don’t even know when.
my mind, soul, and body
welcoming nasty thoughts,
whispering ***** things,
i‘ve become anew.
yet so lonely,
so confused, and so lost.
there are cobwebs growing
above my head where i sleep.


who am i really?
Rose
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Rose  San Diego
(San Diego)   
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   jude rigor and Fawn
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