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Aug 2018
Your eyes tell a story your mouth,
Or your brain.
You can always tell if there is anything wrong,
           Pain,
                   Fear,
                           Joy,
                              And sadness.

You trie to  conceal the pain,
But someone will know.
Your eyes tell a story,
Weather you want to tell it or burn it.
My Bio mom was never really good at being a mom so when I finally accepted that she didn’t care I stoped begging for the pain to stop, it just did
Eevee
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