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Jul 2016
Once upon a time
I was told to quiet down.
Loud mouth,  to hyper, I flipped from green to red regularly.
Once upon a day,
I was the ******, the creep, the special child.
Not in the good way.
Once upon a dream,
I had friends, I was the teachers favourites, and rude words avoided me.
Once upon a moment,
I wish I was skinny, talented and brave.
Once upon a child,
She was just a child.
Once upon an experience,
I don't belong here.
Once upon a night,
I no longer thought happily.
Once upon now,
I want to die.
The Duckling
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The Duckling  Washington
(Washington)   
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