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May 2014
Reminding you of your childhood, how the only cutting involved was arts and crafts. How the only drug involved was to get rid of a cough. How the only imitation was of our parents and siblings for a laugh. This shell of purity and wholeness can break at any give time in someone's life, when something extravagant happens to take over the innocence.
A knife
A drug
A copycat
Sydney Marie
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Sydney Marie  28/F/Canada
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