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Jan 16
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Abused me, used me, then throw me away that’s the endless cycle I go through every day waking up in the morning to scribbled notes sleeping in the evening to the trash I go. I see many people everyday and they always have something different to say from love letters to a Leonardo type drawings to the simplest stick figure that makes her smile. I help people come together and many times apart I am made from my ancestors the trees and often I’m torn apart.



 
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Posted: 01.16.20
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About the Author: Leviahthan
Leviah Geb
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    Jan 16, 2020

    Thats deep, I really liked the parts where it talks about different people & it’s ancestors.

    Marielle

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