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Apr 2014
living just to impress,
cannot choose how to dress
without somebody patching their own cloth onto mine
and no matter what i cannot seem to unsew the demon in my skin
all i wanted was to wear my **** self and yet nobody could give this to me
a joy that i will forever be seeking
wondering what it will bring
old poem i found
Chris
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