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Jan 2017
Yes, i believe you,
I always believe your stories.
You would never lie to me.
You always tell the truth.
I trust you with my life.
Wait, what is this?
What are they saying?
I dont understand.
You are a liar?
What is the pain I feel?
Why have you stabbed me in the back?
Friend?
...Friend?
Kirsten Waskewich
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Kirsten Waskewich  17/F/El Paso
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