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Apr 2019
My hand trembles
at the sight I see before me.

My face damaged
from the expectations of society.

My body bruised and scarred
from every ounce of derision inflicted upon me.

Not only is it a corruption of appearance,
but a corruption of the soul.
Amelia
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Amelia  21/F/UK
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       Imran Islam, Blake, --- and Crazy Diamond Kristy
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