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Jun 2013
You need to go outside.
Why?
I looked at my mother, just starting to show age.
I'm a dark shadow of her,
With paled olive skin.
I don't know how to deal with you*
She's breaking because of me.
I don't know how to deal with me, either.
Anna
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Anna
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   Julia J Medina
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