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There's a girl with tan lines, stretch marks and the cool scars, who is not afraid of curling up on the floor and laughing because she's more comfortable there than her bed. She has more postcards of places she wants to visit than pairs of shoes and more hugs to give than fights to fight. A hugger and a fighter, she can say so much when she doesn't say a word. Sometimes, though, she sees the metaphors around her and translates them into poetry. Life is her muse and this is her story.
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