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Jun 2015
My mother noticed I'm in denial.
Noticed my fake smile.
In denial.
Generic lines she spoke,
"Follow your heart."
So close.
I choked.
Follow my heart?
What I've worked so hard for?
Or
What comes naturally?
The awaited hurt compared to the continuous mirth.
The one that makes me smile?
I'll finally admit I'm in denial.
Written by
Ravenlimit
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