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Jan 2019
I choose who sees me.
Why did you see me?
I will not forgive you for this.
My existence affected you.
Why did it affect you?
How does someone know another well?
How does someone know things they were not told?
Did you see my hands shake?
They still do.
Please don’t look at my hands.
I know your hands shake.
Thanks for holding my hand that one time.
It was nice of you to take it off my neck.
Sarah Foster
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Sarah Foster  21/F/New Jersey
(21/F/New Jersey)   
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