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Jun 2018
Meh
I could still taste
The salt on my lips hours later
That being the only reminder
Of the terrible thing that had happened
But no one will ever know
I must keep my strong reputation up
I checked my makeup before heading out the door
To go to my diet group
Salty chips, my guilty pleasure
Written by
Louvain Leigh  20/F
(20/F)   
79
   --- and JL Smith
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