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Sep 2013
Everything holding me from myself
Everything holds tight wishing to be set free
My body tied down by weights
Even though I look so beautiful on the inside I wont do that again

I told myself, and lied.

Who are you, why are you here, why are the days counting down and down and down to every second and yet I still lay here wasting away from anything you created your self to be

Worthless, repeat after me, worthless.
Sierra Ann LaPierre
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Sierra Ann LaPierre  Nevada City
(Nevada City)   
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