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Nov 2013
This is nobody's fault but my own
and that's the part that scares me
I don't have a story
where I list my triggers
and where it all began
with who
doing what
when
because it wasn't an exact time or place
when I started to see me as too big
and the world, too small
now I'm left to die with a vision
of watching my stomach
rise and fall
Liv
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Liv  NY
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   r l and Isabella Pullivan
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