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May 2019
Knowing nothing
is better than
knowing it all.

They caught
my pain,
found a way to
make it bigger.

The blade made me run
out of blood
while it was stuck in my back
and with each, "you can trust me",
it bleeded even more.

Lying,
such a common thing for people to do.
The bad thing here,
people around me
are very good at it.
Jan
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Jan  23/Non-binary
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