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Jan 2019
Everything feels
wrong.
Who am I
(really)?

I look in the mirror
and I see a face
that I don't
recognize.

Will I ever
feel
right?
I am so (hopelessly)
confused.

I have mutilated myself
Look at my arms and legs
(Are they really mine?)
The scars are all I see.

Help me, I softly whisper.
Not surprisingly,
no one
hears me.
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   PEARL SMOKE
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