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[FIND THE VEIN]

As much as I'd like to cry, I can't.

The small tears won't ever fall, leaving my pale skin as clear as before, without a single flaw.

Just pure, white, tender skin.

Even the doctors were shocked, no one has such perfect skin. But apparently I did.

They couldn't find the vein in my porcelain arms to give me a vaccine shot once.

It was as if I didn't have veins in my arms, well, in my fragile body.

It reminds me how I used to get so many bad flus when I couldn't get some of the specific substances in my veins.

But now the shots are useless, as useless as the tears that will never flow down my reddened cheeks.

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