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Jul 2019
The lonely totem tells me
These thoughts are not my own

My heart becomes a bullet
My throat becomes enclosed

My mind is stripped of thinking
Of what am I composed?
Lyra Scott
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Lyra Scott  20/F/Connecticut
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