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Feb 2015
Snickers of secrets come from each corner

the process is still mind numbing
the silence is deafening and now i'm stuck starting at the faces that embarrassed,
humiliated,
and laughed at me.

but thats me repairing myself
fake it til you make it

starting over means exiting your past.
Kelly Belle
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