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Aug 2017
There are words etched into my skin
but they weren't placed there by others.
If I am in control of my thoughts,
then I am in control of my words
and only I can place words upon myself.
So call me names,
I already have my loquacious armor
and I'm not afraid to speak.
Chances are you won't tell me something about myself
that I don't already know.
Only I can truly define myself
and my skin is home to words such as:
honest, liar, loyal, manipulator, friend, and monster.

Try to make me feel bad.
I dare you.
This is my 78th draft but I decided to publish it because I have too many,
© Tatiana
Tatiana
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Tatiana  26/F/in a lighthouse
(26/F/in a lighthouse)   
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