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Feb 2014
I have no idea my friend,
how I got here, and I
have no idea why I stay this way.
The drama keeps dripping in my eyes.
I’m not quite sure what happened yesterday,
and I don’t want to cause trouble. And I don’t
want to be bothered with their *******.
I want to be left alone, but their eyes
are always on me. And yet…
I am not a god
A poem about the suburbs.
Dannie
Written by
Dannie  29/Intersex/CA
(29/Intersex/CA)   
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