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Jun 2016
One, two, three, four, quietly shut the door,
Five, six, seven, eight, stop marking your body with hate,
Nine, ten eleven twelve, send your demons back to hell,
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, rejoice! You're skin is clean!
Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, go ahead and live life plenty.
Abigail Sandquist
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Abigail Sandquist  23/F/Texas
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