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Feb 2019
My soul, the filter of the self,
***** and grimey.

Sticky energy stuck,
Karma links,
Life amuck.

I'm scrubbing myself clean
And finding the shine underneath.
Yes the process is long and mean
But after I've made it past the bleak
Heath,
I will come out as my true being.
Chelsea Rae
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       ---, Chelsea Rae, Mims, ThatBrokenOne and Colm
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