Paper

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I'm the girl with paper skin,

fragile outside and within.

Others writing in control,

ink seeping into my soul.


People only see,

what they mark on me.

Unable to try and fight,

forced to be the one they write.


Tears upon me words of black,

no eraser can't go back.

Scars on me in sight,

I'm no longer white

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