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Birthplace


My insides were once a forest.

Beautiful

Nuturing.

It has since been torn down.

It is a grave now.

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AceyAddams

I've seen and been through more than I should. Freshman at University of Cincinnati for Women, Gender, and Sexuality studies.

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