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Jun 2017
Put on the mask,
hide the bruises,
hide the scars,
hide the tears.

Those are imperfections,
cover them,
make them nonexistent.

So that the ones who did this to you,
they will not have to see the sight,
of the imperfections they have caused you.
Stephanie
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Stephanie  19/F/Indiana
(19/F/Indiana)   
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   Autumn Rose and Benji James
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