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Sep 2019
Free me
From this self seclusion

My brain demands a release

One that comes from
Red paint dripping
Down freckle cover shoulders

Two years clean

From the sharp edge of
Stolen razor blades
Some days are harder than others
But Im proud to no longer need
Those stolen blades
Thicket of Thoughts
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Thicket of Thoughts  20/F/Where I'm Supposed To Be
(20/F/Where I'm Supposed To Be)   
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