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reading a book,

felt like conversation,

with thounsands,

who can relate.
Life of a reader.
bite it,

chew it,

it just holds,

around again.

just like,

my broken self respect.
Chew it and dump
I can't see,
or feel,
myself a real.
I often,
let others,
cut me out.
True story
Warm but hot,
have now,
Or thick it,
taste matters.
path to,
Happiness is,
following steps,
Of self.
I feel alive,
to wince,
and numb.
living , not dead.
A woman,
Not all,
of course not,
only with womb,
But heart.
no be mother,
heart before.
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