Cripple

My friends call me a cripple laughing all the while they think it is amusing because they do not know it to be true So I laugh along with them "How did you know?" inwardly hoping for them to look closer see clearer past the veil of my own design But they don't so we carry on with this ruse and even if the words were dusted in sugar it would still sting -Esther L. Krenzin- -Roguesong-

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