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Apr 2021
Everything about this body is wrong.
It hurts underneath my teeth
And my skin is someone else's.
I feel trapped and no one hears me.
Why do I feel like I am speaking an entirely different language than you?
If you could just be still for a little while maybe I could remember which direction I drove here in and actually make my way out.
BlueBird
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BlueBird  35/Alberta.
(35/Alberta.)   
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