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Mar 2012
Not sick of winter,

I like my fingers numb.

Don’t care about appearances,

I like my hair wild and colorful.

Won’t do the work,

I like being free and untroubled.

Can’t say your name,

I like the silence and loneliness.

Shouldn’t quit smoking,

I like controlling my own death.

Wouldn’t stop drinking,

I like when people tolerate me.

Couldn’t be myself,

I like showing you this mask.
Cassandra Forte
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