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Feb 2020
You don't look the same
But why am I surprised
And honestly it's a shame
Because I miss your cold blue eyes

You say you envy me but you don't understand
I'm tired of fighting and dying
Just once I want to be given the upper hand
Because if I said it was easy I'd be lying

So maybe you're so sorry for me
Since you know what I've become
This thing I am forced to be
You know from where it comes

I don't want you help as much as you try to give
It's on my own terms that I plan to live
Philomena
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Philomena  19/F
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     Fawn, gabby, Bogdan Dragos and Khoisan
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