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Feb 2022
My own skin feels ill-fitting.
Like maybe it belonged to me
at some point in time,
But now it sloughs off my shoulders
Like a hand-me-down
given too early…
Haven’t been able to shake this feeling for a while, but at least I was finally able to put it in words.
Written by
Ziv  22/F
(22/F)   
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   Joseph Miller
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