I remember the first trace… I trusted them but they tried to kill me while showing me somethings are only by their grace. I fell asleep and I woke up and entire loose leaf pack was written. And a bunch of other things I was writing too! I hid all the binders like it was a million dollars itself and then a few weeks later I threw them away. As I proceeded writing sometimes with an ingenious perfect word I would get upset when I’d lose them to now like fuck it writing my gift I’ll just write more. When you’re on the fake shit you are by their grace and I don’t know how I feel about that yet.
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I refuse to but when I want to they ignore me… in sign language class once I had to grab my pen with both hands
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It feels like they’re trying to take me to places I don’t want to be or feel like. And I refuse but they won’t stop…
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“Where the Judaist break challah” … come on… When I looked up the word I was like damnnnnn PERFECT
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And it happened with gilding too (meaning gold plated)
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That’s a lunatic… they have so much to say
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I’ll be honest to be broken down to a core so young while publicly being open cause I can’t help it (not that I wanna speak or ramble) just so I can get it out… or to really find my Allie’s cause I’ll be honest there is no compromise with all this like this