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Dec 2013
It's broken
throw it away
It's dead
Bury it
It's  hurt
it's no  good
It's odd
get rid of it
It's weak
it's no use
Now
I can only
think
What're you
going to do
with me
because
I am all
of these
things

a.m.
Alicia
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Alicia  26/Non-binary/In between
(26/Non-binary/In between)   
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