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Dec 2014
The cold tickled me
I tickled the wind with breath
I screamed from top of the hill
Invincible and unstoppable
Thinking to myself
Will I ever be invincible?
Will the world see me as I see me?
Do you?
Donna Bella
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Donna Bella  25/F/Florida
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