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Jan 2018
As the water touches my skin, I begin to wash away all of my, my layers.
The part of me I didn't want the world to see now can be even more, even more, more clear,
I'm no longer an old-time movie, you can see all of my, all of my true colours,
The clothes I wear couldn't change my identity, the tags didn't even say '!!!BUYER BEWARE!!!'
Asominate
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Asominate  21/Guyana, South America
(21/Guyana, South America)   
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   Katelyn Billat
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