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Jan 2017
It always feels like I am bleeding,
Like I have been slashed multiple times,
And simply left here,
Effectively paralyzed,
My entire life dismissed,
As mere dust waiting to die,
And the world tells me,
With great clarity and force,
That I am powerless.
Written by
Chelsea Krona  London, England
(London, England)   
426
   --- and Ariel Baptista
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