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Oct 2018
I was gathering my things as you were walking past
You stopped and stared at me
I stopped as well our eyes locking together
"What?"
I asked wanting to know your thoughts and reason for being in front of me
"You look tired. Are you okay?"
You told and asked me
"Yeah, I am."
Was all I said
You walked away afterwards content with my answer
And I'm sorry Mr. Modrak,
But I lied
Makayla Jane
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Makayla Jane  19/Bigender/Goodlettsville, TN
(19/Bigender/Goodlettsville, TN)   
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