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Jul 2015
There's a spot on the right side
of my forehead,
that I hate looking at.
It happened before my eyes,
before my hands could see
what kind of chaos they created.
If you walked through the
tiny door in the deepest part
of my brain,
ya know,
the door that is inconceivably
small,
you would hear me
begging my hands to not
let me be bald.
Paige
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Paige  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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