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Oct 2015
Where have I gone?
Where is the real me?
Where is the little Siearra that doesn't care who laughs at her?
Why can't I be my old self again....
When can I stop caring?
Will I ever be the same?
No one should care about me...
This poem is personal to myself... My name is Siearra...
Written by
scared  Canton, Illinois
(Canton, Illinois)   
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