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Dec 2018
The mentally sick are powerless
They said
But I see through those lies
My powers are only for me
I can find loneliness
While I'm drowning in a crowd
I can feel crushing misery
During times of great joy
I can constantly slice my paper skin
Without anyone batting an eye
I can fight my internal battles alone
Barely surviving myself
Hiding
Suffering
Still trying, though
Aren't my powers wonderful?
Wolf
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Wolf  14/F/A faraway world
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