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Mar 2015
Behind this smile
Are the tears of an unsaved
I put on a show 
She tries to help
They both do
But my Monster will get the best of them
What is beautiful?
Living a life that isn't mine
Growing into the skin
Her color is fading
No more rainbows
Words held in like a safe
I'm secretly made of iron
Felt this way for a long time, I can only express through writing
Blue Angel
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Blue Angel  Harrisonburg
(Harrisonburg)   
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