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Apr 2014
It's a sad sort of hell
Where I no longer feel at home in my skin with my friends
In the flesh with taunting faces
As the tears roll down my cheeks
And I can't help but sink deeper and deeper into this inferno
I feel heavy as lead
And melt like it too
Quinn
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Quinn  22/F/Purgatory
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