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Apr 2013
My muscles feel like the are,
draped over my bones.
So slow and not willing to work.
People don't seem to notice,
because my face is painted on,
morning, and removed at night.
So raw when nothing is covering
the scars people have made.
on MY body.
Claire Ellen
Written by
Claire Ellen  North Pole, AK
(North Pole, AK)   
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   Alex Bautista and Gary Muir
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