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Dec 2020
My skin is red there
its peeling there
So I pull.
I pull at this pain that traps me;
I pull away the suffering;
I pull away the memories,
the hurt too much to keep.
But when I am done pulling
what will remain of me
Written by
Julianna  14/F/NY
(14/F/NY)   
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