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With my tears which I shed when I was ten,

Blotches that I tried to cover up from everything other than sand.

I made myself with every pebble they said was a gem,

I now know when to howl,

when to unplug, when to redo my soul.

Depression took me over at the age

when people play in the streets,

I overcome love when I was sixteen.

When they say I am a goddamn magical,

I believe them as I’ve worked harder to become magic,

They created art, I created a masterpiece.

-Riya Shah

By Ray


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