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Your true enemies are not flesh and blood. They are not the people you don’t like.  Your enemies are not those people who mistreat you or the people who slander you. 
Theme for English 4A “Who are you”  That question is echoing in my head constantly Who. am.
Inconsistent little bugger, one night here the next elsewhere. While I lock eyes with the North Star I barely catch others there.   Innocent in flare, youthful in passion.
What if this feeling is delusion How can I know for sure I'm gay? I was in the dark for so long The light is disorienting Cones and rods receive a technicolor world But maybe it's illusion
For a long time I didn’t know— like I had over my eyes a large blindfold, some cosmic joke I still pay for —but it turns out I don’t quite fit the mold, any mold. In some other life the person 
When I was a little girl Pain was like a friend of mine. It played with me on merry-go-rounds. It slid with me on slides. It was my shadow on hot summer days.
When I was a little girl Pain was like a friend of mine. It played with me on merry-go-rounds. It slid with me on slides. It was my shadow on hot summer days.
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