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Mar 2013
You don't know how it feels,

To be stripped of your wills.

To do what you're told

when they tell you.



You don't know what it's like

to be forced from your right

to be told who you can

and can't be.



You don't know pain, you don't know harm,

You don't know how it feels to be stripped of your charm.

You don't know.

You don't know.
Kaye Canter
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Kaye Canter  24/F/USA
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