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Oct 8
I am walking around in an alien skin.
A body that is not mine.

And yet I am compelled to believe
that I belong in this skin.
I cannot imagine being anyone else.

Do I want attention?
Or do I want a new identity?
Or is the alien beneath this skin,
and this body is mine?
I'll leave the meaning of this one vague
Written by
Anastasia  14/F/Hogwarts
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