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Aug 2013
Carve my heart, into yours.
The lights the sounds, the music
Sweeps me off my too high heels.
The Church sees the "X" on my hand,
They see my Tattoos and Scars.
They see me for me,
cracked, but not yet broken.
Next time don't judge,
Help.
Claire Ellen
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Claire Ellen  North Pole, AK
(North Pole, AK)   
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