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Sep 2018
I have no secrets.
They have been washed away.
So has the sheets.

My body was a secret.
You were my diary.
Our bare skin together
was my way of writing

I’ve lost my diary.
But it still contains my secrets
and a bit of me

As I'm laying here
with my sweaty back against the mattress,
I know.
I was never a secret
Written by
Victoria Kvist  14/F
(14/F)   
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     Steve and Mars Ataio
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