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May 2020
We are the authors of our own dreams
But you can’t seem to see that I am me
You’re floating on the sea
On a tidal wave of pain
A navy plane flying overhead
Trying to save you from drowning
In your own lack of self esteem
You are seemingly hurting in your own way
And you expect me to spend all my days fixing you well I won’t
Because I have to fix me first
Dreyasten
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Dreyasten  19/Non-binary/USA
(19/Non-binary/USA)   
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   Khoisan
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