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Jul 2014
When I am sad
I feel alive
My skin tingles
I feel so alive

I feel like no one should touch me
At the slightest touch
I would combust,
shatter,
disappear
Cheryl
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Cheryl  Sg
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   Michael Amery and unknown
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