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Dear Diary
Let me let loose over the daily pocket mirror, never speaking lies my eyes are pencil scribbles screaching accross and down aging diary pages. Digging deep with figures of speech, I bury pain in every grave sentence. Angry for burning for sins commited by unknown father, heart filled rage for an unfair step father. So Fucken confused about my future, don't know what my end will be...
Published 15th Nov 2014
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