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Jan 2019
I feel so nauseated
I hate the smell
that consumes me,
but I yearn to breathe
I feel trapped and sick
when thinking about them
My desire for happiness is so strong,
my weakness is used against me
I feel poisoned,
heart against mind
I'll die of a broken heart
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Kathryn Irene
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Kathryn Irene  17/F/California
(17/F/California)   
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