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a real down to eath chick

a 6 foot under chick

walk around yet nobody notices

stays under the radar

cries to make it far

self vs self

internally its a war

i choose life

i choose death

always looking for strenght

hoping somebody hears my cries

kicks the chair

waits to die 

This poem is about: 
Me

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