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Oct 2017
I can feel the anger
Swimming beneath my skin.
Were I to slice it open,
Will it makes things better?

A skin neither pale nor dark
With marks that look fascinating.
As every emotion builds up,
The hands that control aren't wavering.
Mary Coleen
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Mary Coleen  22/F
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