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It's a little misery from a place my mother's stomach to my abusive sibling and dad I am born to be infuriated born to not be able to change it to be shocked condemned into a religious
My thoughts, my words, my fury They are my release, my security My deepest fears, my darkest secrets My writings are ME.   I put my thought into my pen Then from my pen to my paper
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