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My skin is my shield
It protects me from the world
It protects the world from me
The veins in my arms and legs look like bolts of lightning
when i dream,I am walking outside.it's always darkand storm clouds fill the sky.
there are lush trees all around me;above me, behind, below.but every step I takeis slugglish, heavy, and slow.
