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5d
I try to pinpoint when my childlike rage started, but it never started. It was passed through my blood, out of the womb. my mother and father gave me this poison, fire in my blood, that is slowly burning me from the inside out.
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Written by
Emery Feine  14/F/USA
(14/F/USA)   
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     Jeremy Betts and Jill
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