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Sonia Jun 2017
I have decided i was a substitute. I was an option to choose from. It wasn't me because it was going to be me. It was me because i was the available option. I have made myself lesser than i am, i have become an outcast in my surrounding. It hurts so much because i am surrounded by you alone. You were the sharp knife pointing at me , only if i knew, I would have let go and hidden my soul.

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