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Jan 2013
My arm tells a story,
I'm too afraid to tell it.

It shows a girl,
With stripes.
How she earned them?
She went through a hard time.
She fell.
Very deep into blackness.

That's my story,
Of how I earned my stripes.
I still am earning them,
Every once in a while.
Kendra Hall
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