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May 2018
The first time I heard those three little words they were not spoken to me, they came as a whisper within.
They shocked me, yet they felt so right... so comfortable...
They never found their place in the world, they were never exposed by my tongue.
For the fear of the stripped vulnerability was too great; the idea that you would examine the bare nakedness of my soul and simply quizzically blink, or poke at the parts that interested you until they interested you no more.
And you did.
And those three little words remain my greatest secret.
My first love, my first time, you ruined so many things for me.
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     Joy Onyango and Ingrid Midd
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