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Jul 2010
It Happened
Their fingers dig into my skin
Scratching pulling at my sin
I'm irritated, red and raw
Deaf are they to my dying call
Desperately trying to flee
Please oh please just let me be
Written by
Emily Madeira
578
   Cari Jane Leemaster and Emily Krol
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