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Jul 2019
My bones will decay in this unwelcoming body as the word home will echo in some distant euphoric land
I am a trespasser in a country where I was born in to
as my outward appearance reflects the non-conformity that rages in my soul much like the hell fire theyΒ Β condemn me to

The same inferno will greet them.
Kellin
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Kellin  M
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