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Mar 2013
Does anyone know we are all buried?
I am.
I have been screaming for days.
Can no one hear me?
I am the girl buried
beneath the one posing
to be
me.
Can't you hear my screams?
They must be silenced
by the the laughter she feigns.
Can't you see my nightly tears?
Or has she, once again, buried them
behind smiles?
DIG DEEPER!
And you will find me.
The buried me.
Or do the dirt and bugs disgust you?
Do you prefer the pristine greenery
on the surface?
Well, that  "beauty" is
suffocating me.
Nicholle Justine
Written by
Nicholle Justine  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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   AndiGele
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