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Jan 2019
i dont like myself of late
i don't like my purple hair or
the texture of my light brown skin
i dont like the way i walk
i dont like the constant pain
or being ****** tired all the time
i dont like this dead *** liver
and ****** up spirit and low vibration
I dont like the ***** that killed me
i dont like that i don't like me
Carla Marie
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Carla Marie  F/Cincinnati, OH
(F/Cincinnati, OH)   
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