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Aug 2017
These feet were not made to walk on glass..
So forgive me if I shatter your expectations..
Midnight will reveal my true form...
And beneath all that which I have been adorned,
I am the worst thing to happen to existence...
I am human.
Lisa Lesetedi
Written by
Lisa Lesetedi  19/F/Botswana
   Logan Robertson
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