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Dec 2014
Alive
My skin is itching,
My breaths are fast,
My mind is racing,
My hands come last.

The words are in my head
trying to get free.
And then I let them go,
And I feel like me.
Alazella
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Alazella  U.S.
(U.S.)   
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