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Apr 2014
Always* had a longing for belonging,
never *fit
in anywhere,
a criminal in my mind,
a vigilante against myself,
protecting even the past I left on the shelf.

The battle is violent,
overdosed by reality... silent.
Neglected and ignored describe my existence.
No guilt, no shame and nothing to hide,
reborn stronger than ever now I stride with pride!
Ito
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Ito  Chicago, IL
(Chicago, IL)   
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