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Feb 2019
I’m rich when it comes to clothes, food and a home to rest my head at night,
I’m poor when it comes to self love <\3
I look in disgust, feel drained with doubt that I can’t...
see a face, flesh just skin bare that I want to cover in shame, filth
Clothed in dark, no color to claim my mark
Just.. cold black.
thoughts, bored
Kali
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Kali  30/F/OH
(30/F/OH)   
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