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Jan 22
I became the person I hated
Longing for the day you’ll notice my absence
Who am I to feel so entitled to your joy?
Maybe it’s because I only saw mine with yours
Questions I asked myself in the past.
Much love,
N.
Written by
Nohémie  20/F/Montreal, QC
(20/F/Montreal, QC)   
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