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Apr 2013
What can I do?
I cannot hide under the covers anymore.
They will not shield my problems.
All my fears will not be contained.

Who can I turn to?
For the lady I search for
She will no longer mother me.
Once she finds out what I've become.

It's never easy, growing up.
Written by
Micaela
396
   Emanuel Martinez
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