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Nov 18
Weeping silently
between sobs I write an email,
which I will never send
it will grow old in the pile of drafts
that grows everyday
all to the same person,
who will continue
to ask me why
I don’t send him emails
an I will never have the right answer
maybe I’m scared
of judgment
but he will continue to ask
Written by
Julianna  13/F/NY
(13/F/NY)   
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     Chandra S and Larry Marshall
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