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Jun 2022
I'm sorry,
I can't help this, it's something I keep saying to myself.
I'm just very afraid,
Of what anyone has to say.
On one hand you hurt me,
On the next, I don't want him to.
Your love was all I had left,
When my life met a sunken end.

He was never given a chance.
Louisa Coller
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Louisa Coller  26/Non-binary/England
(26/Non-binary/England)   
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   Khoisan
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