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Aug 2014
I gave my voice to a pen
It wrote for me everything that I couldn’t speak of
The questions I was looking for
and the answers I already knew
The paper was my only surrender
Something I am still learning to do
Tupelo
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Tupelo  23/M/Maryland
(23/M/Maryland)   
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