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Jun 2015
There's a first time for everything,
but, today, was the very first for me.
I walked up to the 1st floor,
pushed right through the door.
I found my way in,
it was a little pack like a sardine tin.
I sat by the chair,
she had wavy hair.
She invited me to her room,
i thought that was my doom.
And then it begun,
everything i had run from,
was now being faced.
I was almost in a daze.
I raised my chin,
and begin to breathe in.
This is where, it all became *the first time.
Alyssa
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Alyssa  F/Malaysia
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