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For years,
I’ve been walking on eggshells.
Year after year,
They became thinner and thinner,
Until the day they cracked.
But instead of being covered
With egg yolk and egg white,
Instead of becoming
A greasy yellow and
A bright transparent,
I was covered with the blood
Of the person I once was.


By Sophie Dufresne

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