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May 2018
My truth stretched into seconds
And then into minutes
Which seems to be taking hours

yet,
     nothing has been said
               and Iā€™m not sure if
                                              I ever will

Is not telling my truth just as bad as lying?
Is it?
Jean
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Jean  18/F
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