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Dec 2011
Sometimes I hate this skin I'm in. We were all born with it but then it was delicate and thin, mine is strong and tough. But I shouldn't have to be stronger everyday and in each and every way. And those around me are full of exhilaration and jubilation. While I live in a war zone, a vile place to call home. The looks I get feel like a death grip on my heart, I know they think badly of me from the start. I've made my mistakes and paid for my reckless ways. If you had sand paper skin I think you would understand. So while your skin is delicate and glistens, look for the girl with sand paper skin and listen to how she got in it.
Margaret Mary
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