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Feb 2013
Can you keep a secret?
I am breaking
I am breaking every single day
I smile and laugh and love life when I'm around people
Then I go home and feel so alone.

I don't have June and the rafts and battleship
I don't have July and the sweet stars and music
And I don't even have August and the water.

Summer died a long time ago
Now it is February and I am broken.
Melissa Deaun Weaver
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