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Sep 2019
I felt as though I needed to change to be accepted by others
My entire personality was trapped under covers
Constantly hiding my true colours

I never asked to be an outcast
I wished my feelings could be on a broadcast
To compare our massive contrast
And to overcome the past

The life I lived was little white lies
One day I soared through the magnificent skies
Showing no sense of demise
Until I became increasingly wise.
Written by
Cheyenne Smith
77
     Fawn and BR Dragos
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