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May 2020
You are made up of your thoughts
If all my thoughts are my past and my trauma
I am nothing but my past
I am nothing but my trauma
I am swept away by what has happened to me
I become secondary
I become unimportant
I become non-existant

I do not exist
Written by
Meggie Delaney
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