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Mar 2015
I use to tell myself that my body was a canvas.
I would leave marks,
And when I was done I'd feel release.

My body is paper with writing on it
I've tried erasing for months but
the writing is still there.
No matter how hard I try
to erase i'm stuck with stories
I don't want to remember.
Paulette Martinez
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Paulette Martinez  21/F/Texas
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