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Jan 2018
Sometimes, when I climb the stairs at work,
I trip.

But I always catch myself without injury.

What I fear is the day someone sees me trip.
Not because they'll laugh, no. They wouldn't laugh.

They would ask me if I'm okay.

And I hate being forced to lie.
Written by
Anthony Armetta
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