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Jun 2021
I am a soldier trapped in a porcelain prison.
Foreign to the barracks that mirrors my skin
I am within my own adversary.
The trenches in the scars on my legs sit as a reminder
That I will forever be at war with myself.
Written by
Kayls  F/Ireland
(F/Ireland)   
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   morallygray
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