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I can't seem to understand These happenings Scraped and leathered hands Wipe away the stinging tears Of this ardous transformation Saying goodbye to everything That no longer Feeds me Pulling from my old, tight skin Growing into The skin I was meant to be in.
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Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 4:48 PM UTC
Seventeen
I can't seem to understand These happenings Scraped and leathered hands Wipe away the stinging tears Of this ardous transformation Saying goodbye to everything That no longer Feeds me Pulling from my old, tight skin Growing into The skin I was meant to be in.
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Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 4:48 PM UTC
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