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Jan 2018
Invisible is how people see me.
Love is something I can't seem to find.
Friends fake and tell my secrets.
Judgement is all I get when I walk out.
Hurt is how I feel when I come home.
Everyday...
I didn't know how to say anything in a way I wanted so I wanted to try this
Halee Buttrum
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Halee Buttrum  15/F/America
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