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Mar 2016
Dark hair, a paler face
Unique and such a disgrace
Shorter than the rest not expected
to fly the nest! With a very troubled past yet no one knows I matured fast. Sitting in my own personal jail, words sink in like hammers to a nail. Expected to love others who don't deserve my time to ones who see my existence as worthy as one dime. I'm just a puppet cutting away my strings hoping, praying somewhere and someday I will find my wings.
Chloe Zafonte
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Chloe Zafonte  22/F/United States
(22/F/United States)   
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