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Aug 2017
Lying on a pillow
crying tears.
My eyelashes crumble.
I'm trying to face my fears.

Life is hard.
Crying seems easy.
Only in private though.
I don't want to seem needy.

They say crying makes you strong
then why do I feel weak?
I don't understand things.
Why i haven't reached my peak,

Weeping on my pillow
I start to bethink.
It's all right to be me.
My fears start to shrink.
Crystal Freda
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Crystal Freda  25/F/Louisiana
(25/F/Louisiana)   
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   --- and G Rog Rogers
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