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Mar 2014
My mind is a prison - all on its own -
Pushing delicious propaganda;
For fun
for love
For just once more.
With the need to feel like someone's home.
Constantly reminding me
Of a searing heat,
Of a burning heart,
That loneliness is a chore.
That I want my fix.
No,
That I want to be seen.
To finally be worth the risk.
Janelise
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Janelise  30/Cisgender Female/California
(30/Cisgender Female/California)   
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