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Oct 2019
I can hear my bones talking to God, they ask him why he hates us and he says he wrote the fracture lines in our skin with perfect precision, he did not create us with the knowledge to heal.
And yet.
Georgia Marginson-Swart
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Georgia Marginson-Swart  21/F/London
(21/F/London)   
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