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Aug 2019
Forgive me for the way that I am.
I am
What
I am
Blinded by the tree of good and evil.
Untill these thoughts let me be.
Until these eyes let me see.
I know nothing about what it means to be truly free.
A facade; this isn't me; help; stay away!
I am poison.
I am
The fruit of the tree.
Sorry.
Berry Blue
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Berry Blue  27/F/Los Angeles
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