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Aug 2017
You're the bad seed
I stem from.
Tell me I need a professional,
one more time,
when you're the one
who left the dirt and grime.

Here I am...
Cleaning up your mess,
the mess in my head and chest.
I don't need your meds
nor your opinions.
Save your breath.
Written by
Phoenix Rising  122/Non-binary/Death's Door
(122/Non-binary/Death's Door)   
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