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Feb 2012
I have burned myself
I have cut away skin and tissue
Watching red dot from the straight, thin line.

I have covered up my face
I have darkened my eyes and let my hair flop in front
Seeing the world through a curtain of brown, thick and disorienting.

There are scars scattered
There are traces of so many wars
Making patterns on pale flesh, beauty is what I decide.

There are ways to disappear
There is always time to lie
Being away from those who can hurt you, it's more than a profession.
Cassandra Forte
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