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Jun 2018
the heat scorched holes from my skin
the flesh drips out into lumpy puddles
it is bare, it is clean
they can see right through me now
i am awake, i am defenseless
they scrutinize the desolate cavities
what they find is no surprise
partially alive with no demise
Unending suffering exists...
Kevin Zhang
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Kevin Zhang  16/M/Clinton, MS, USA
(16/M/Clinton, MS, USA)   
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