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I am slowly ********** Last night I took out my metal For I could not stand the weight During years now Am I washing off smeared make-up from my face I think it's beginning to show my skin Sometimes I speak and the echo brings my own voice back to me It sounds so much calmer than I remembered My hair has been growing back its color It tickles on my shoulders I'm getting there It's terribly slow and difficult But I think I'm finding myself
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Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 4:52 PM UTC
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I am slowly ********** Last night I took out my metal For I could not stand the weight During years now Am I washing off smeared make-up from my face I think it's beginning to show my skin Sometimes I speak and the echo brings my own voice back to me It sounds so much calmer than I remembered My hair has been growing back its color It tickles on my shoulders I'm getting there It's terribly slow and difficult But I think I'm finding myself
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Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 4:52 PM UTC
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