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Mar 2023
I no longer
try to avoid the arrows
that are thrown at me.
I let them sink deep into my skin.
I no longer care
to stop the bleeding.
How am I still alive?
Carolina
Written by
Carolina  25/F/Argentina
(25/F/Argentina)   
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     ---, Edmund black, --- and Aishu
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