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• Written by Anonymous
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This is my first time actually putting stuff together. I'd really appreciate some feedback.
In this garden I call my Eden
I try to find a reason
To not self-destruct from lack of season
I don't want to start a beason
But some look at me skeptical
Wondering if my genitals are the size of decimals
They see me like a stone
No mind of my own
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