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Mar 2018
Curled up,
The brightness inside me is sick again,
Catching a cold from the words others have said,
Aching as it trembles in the
Recesses of my heart.
I try to remember your words,
Your sweet, warm, kind, loving words,
Hoping
You tell the truth,
Because I know you do.

Thank you for the words you have given me.
Aeya Jean Johnson
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