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Jan 6
I wear this crown of thorns
To mask the insecurities that lie beneath my skin

And I'm scorned for being so abrasive
Pricking the fingertips that reach to touch me

But it's a daunting task to let anyone in
And believe you won't get hurt
After the cruelty I've endured
Katy
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Katy  22/F
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