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I know who I am. I don’t need your label. I don’t need your words. I have my own. Your voice like stones, I can feel my bones wither. You have nothing left so away you slither. My reality is not lost, I am only free. Passed are the feelings abased; I am freer than such a measly flea. My skin freshly pierced, I have felt pain that which you know no name. Returned am I. Reborn am I. Lasting through the past that left me to cry. A past where I would rather die. Your stones may have sunk my body that was something more of a pseudonym but my dear, I’ve always known how to swim.
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Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 3:16 PM UTC
Salem
I know who I am. I don’t need your label. I don’t need your words. I have my own. Your voice like stones, I can feel my bones wither. You have nothing left so away you slither. My reality is not lost, I am only free. Passed are the feelings abased; I am freer than such a measly flea. My skin freshly pierced, I have felt pain that which you know no name. Returned am I. Reborn am I. Lasting through the past that left me to cry. A past where I would rather die. Your stones may have sunk my body that was something more of a pseudonym but my dear, I’ve always known how to swim.
I wrote this on a KFC bag when I ate lunch alone today.
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1ronLion
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1ronLion
Non-binary/Arizona
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 3:16 PM UTC
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