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Sep 2014
I research a word that is a huge part of me yet so vague. I look up the word at least once a day but every time I see it my mind just drifts away. I have enough knowledge to know what is going on with me but not enough sense of self to make me see. I read every book,I browse the internet. I go everywhere possible to look,
all for this word of torment. The word I look up and know so well is the same word that made my life a living hell.
Erin Lynn
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Erin Lynn  In my own world.
(In my own world.)   
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