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Aug 2017
I've kept so many secrets,
Told so many lies.
About how much I sleep,
How much I hurt,
How much I've cried.
I couldn't keep them bottled up
So I held them on my frame.
It's silly, but it works,
So if they ask,
I am to blame.
Written by
Gracie Starr
127
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