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Nov 2013
What if I practiced necromancy?
Talked to the dead?
Would they still try to tell me that it's all in my head?
To get me to hide it,
You don't know how I've bled.
How I've fought for my freedom,
All my thoughts stained in red.
Lyz Elysian
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Lyz Elysian  20/F/America
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