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Sep 2018
You were never really interested in the real me,
Perhaps you were enamored with the idea of who I could be.

“Could she be a dancer, a painter, or a combination of both?
Perhaps I can still get to her through her season of growth.
To prove it to her, I’ll swear myself under oath.”
After months of not paying you any mind, I decided to give you a try.

A decision I would later regret.
But a memory I can never forget.
Secret Whispers
Written by
Secret Whispers  22/F/United States
(22/F/United States)   
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     Lizzie, Coraline Hatter and JL Smith
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