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I fear the thought of failure my name written in the dirt spat upon Standing in line picked out like a painting framed, ashamed of what.. of who I've become The mistakes the bad things Horrible Unkind I look back down at my name in the dirt a gravelly scribble I grab a stick, Strikethrough.
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May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 1:04 PM UTC
STRIKETHROUGH
I fear the thought of failure my name written in the dirt spat upon Standing in line picked out like a painting framed, ashamed of what.. of who I've become The mistakes the bad things Horrible Unkind I look back down at my name in the dirt a gravelly scribble I grab a stick, Strikethrough.
Your mistakes make you human.
Charry
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Charry
18/Non-binary
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 1:04 PM UTC
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