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Dec 2018
One day,
I allowed myself to let go.
I was no longer a label.
I was no longer a dancer.
I was no longer beautiful.
I was no longer a poet.
I was no longer a woman.
I was no longer black.
I just was.
Written by
Ciel  18/F
(18/F)   
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     Joey, Cyndi, Fawn, --- and Cirrus
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