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Oct 2018
There's a jury in my head
They fight when I'm in bed
They split and throw gavel
Travel from cerebral to people
And back again
My case has not been decided
Though they continue
And I won't sleep until they've left
Shea
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Shea  21/Genderqueer/|*
(21/Genderqueer/|*)   
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