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Apr 9
The land that nursed me will not restore me.
The land that reared me would break me down.
Where I came of age would jail and ****** me.
The land that trained me would deny me care.

I'm cut off from my past, from every home:
Denied entry to memory and forced to tears.
I was raised to wander and driven to roam.
I can't return, I can't relive, I cannot dream.
Josie Stewart
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Josie Stewart  30/Trans Female/Georgia, USA
(30/Trans Female/Georgia, USA)   
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   Imran Islam
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