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by xoxShorteexox   Oct 6, 2005


I am not seen,
unless you call seen.
Being pointed at for my arm,
with cuts,
and scars.
They could look at me,
because I am not afriad.
To show what I really do.
Stare if you want,
but there's one thing for sure.
At least I am not hiding who I really am.

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