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May 2023
In the darkness of becoming
I saw, I was a seed
In that dark and sacred place
Full of life and full of need.

Gasping, grasping every breath
A gift I take, I bleed
Into sweet light I dare to grow
A choice, no choice - I'm freed.
MsAmendable
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MsAmendable  24/F/British Colombia, Canada
(24/F/British Colombia, Canada)   
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