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Jan 2018
Her
I felt her crawl up my skin, 

I let her. 

I felt down trodden by her presence. 

I let her. 

I felt like a goner. 

I let her. 

I breathe through my skin now. 

I let her.
Written by
Nitika  19/F/India
(19/F/India)   
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   TSPoetry
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