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Passions leak
In the form of words
On a page
That will never be glanced upon
By an unknown eye
Because
A starving artist
Is starving
For a reason
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Femininity suffocates me
I slip up
Miss, ma'am, young lady
I can't even hold the man I love's hand
Without being labeled
Girlfriend, sister
I can't talk to my family
Without the girl i was born
Being pulled from her grave
Granddaughter
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I start every day
Begging to be okay
Aching to find a reason
To try
To keep fighting
To love without shame
And it seems
Everyday I lose my grip
Because i can't even look
Myself in the eyes
Without killing myself a little more
Inside
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Not Just A Dream
Poetrystupid poetry that means the world to me but will never become anything more than a dream
