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Beneath the Skin

We always give priority to the skin We never try to know what the jobs of skin. What is lied beneath the skin? Which skin is precious skin? We never try to know how the skin is dying, We could see some flesh and blood is flowing, They need enough oxygen to stop their crying, They also expect some athuentic caring. The skin is not the product for selling indeed We should not let them died We shouldn't make them annoyed We can give them chance to be cherished.

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