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Oct 2015
Angry

That is the only word that comes to mind when people ask me how I have been.
I do not want to be angry anymore though, see this is what you have done to me.
All these excuses and people taking blame.
I just stare blankly as you keep talking away.
I don't believe a **** word you say.
Why should I now? It has never added up anyways.


I have the proof written all over my face.

You are a *monster
in a beautiful mask
Kendra Stocklin
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