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May 2013
If I were to disappear or die
I wonder how many would morn
and how many would cheer.
My presence is often unwanted
and my soul is imperfect as well as my wrists.
I am the opposite of the norm and I wish so desperately
to go unrecognized so that I could disappear and no one at all
would miss me.
Madeleine V H
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Madeleine V H
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