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Sep 2019
Yes, I am fifteen, yes I’m young, but the pain? She’s old. The pain is old in a new soul, tossed through bodies of my family tree. I’m young and I’m old, my soul is fresh my agony is deep and withering within the depths of my mind. I will take every last bit of pain till the water is clean and my seeds are pure. I will take it all away so that you my future dear will never have to live this way.
Meaning, I’m a young girl with lots of pain, it’s like a cycle in my family that hits every fresh born baby, my mom, my grandmother, now me and I’m taking this pain, all of it so that my baby will never live like me.
Coral Red
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Coral Red  14/F
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