Walls and Scars
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Last published Fri, Feb 1, 2019
We all know the feeling of anger and depression. We all know what sadness is. But do we know what it feels like to have walls built up so high and strong and scars on arms that we don't feel anything at all? Or that we feel unwanted, like nobodies notices us and when they do it's to break you down and hurt you? This is how Zilla Ellis feels everyday and has felt for a long time.
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