Chapter three/ first poem

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WE WONDER

AND STUTTER

WHO WE'LL BE

NOT WHO'S WE'LL BE

FOR HE CLAIMS HE WANTS ME

FOR HE THINKS WE MUST BE

I BARE HIS MARK

THERE FOR HE TOOK MY HEART

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