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Jul 2019
I just can't seem to stop hurting people lately.
I just want to leave this wretched place.
I want people to forget about me.
I want to start anew.
I want to be reborn.
Into a world.
Where I.
Won't.
Be.
Judged.
And hurt.
Did you feel.
This way when.
You left our home?
Were you searching for.
A place where you wouldn't.
Be ridiculed and look down upon.
For the hurt you have committed to us?
For each and every mistake you’ve made?
That made you definable as human being?
They shouldn't matter, should they?
They really shouldn't.
But they do.
They.
Truly.
Do.
Promise
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