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Jul 2014
The sun bore onto my back
As I walked the street alone.
It burned.
It really did.
But I needed it.
I had taken this walk away from happiness.
And I was beginning to die inside,
But the burning on my skin,
Kept me feeling alive.
Megan H
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Megan H  27/F/Texas
(27/F/Texas)   
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