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Apr 2019
My whole existence is filled with hate.
I wish I could escape.
But I can’t seem to be able to turn the page.
Why does this have to be my fate?
I want to get away.
But things keep going deeper into this hellhole I’m in.
My life is like a series of other people’s sins.
Always leading to my demise, I can’t seem to win.
So what about the seeds of lies that they plant around every bend?
I try to get past it but everyone would rather believe in what’s pretend.
So I guess I’ll just keep trying to mend.
And hope that something changes.
Because I honestly can’t take this.
If only people could just see that their projections of who I am are barely ever even me.
I can’t get myself back, where is the key?
What’s getting stronger is my sanity.
But I can’t figure out what I need,
Except to end this petty fuckery.
Jade Lima
Written by
Jade Lima  Newmarket, Ontario
(Newmarket, Ontario)   
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   Suzy Berlinsky
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