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scraping, scratching, slinking into my soul. all the words surround my opinion. only the whispers of others and my ****** hand print stay behind. as i find my way out of the forest of reaching fingers and the storm of forced change.
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Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 5:26 PM UTC
Forest of Reaching Fingers
scraping, scratching, slinking into my soul. all the words surround my opinion. only the whispers of others and my ****** hand print stay behind. as i find my way out of the forest of reaching fingers and the storm of forced change.
callie-andrews
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Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 5:26 PM UTC
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