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May 2019
keep your mind,
your own rotten luck.

you’ll bear it because
there isn’t any choice—

except to go to pieces.
say nothing,

hold yourself together.
think about your certain cool pride.
Written by
Natalie  17/Non-binary
(17/Non-binary)   
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