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Apr 2011
Feels like I'm losing,
little pieces of myself,
cuz with each call I make,
it feels more like this is just our fate.

Never knowing the truth,
destine to wade through all these lies,
but I don't know if I can survive,
failing your trusting eyes.

But I put this brave face on,
and just hope you don't see,
the absolute terror,
that's hiding inside me.
Megan Kirby
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Megan Kirby
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   Ariadna Parrales
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