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Apr 2013
There seems to be a question
A question everyone knows
A sentence everyone can answer

What is the answer?
What is the question?

Is there something I missed
that day in fourth grade when I was sick with the flu?
Or was it that day in fifth grade when my parents' were in custody court
and I spent the day in its own child care?

Or was I there
perfectly sound and perfectly okay?
Was I talking too much to my neighbor?
Yet, she seems to remember that happened.

A secret question not tested on
Though one that made you a better person
One which makes us more well rounded

Why do I feel like everyone knows something I don't?
Are they laughing at me?
What did I miss?
What did I forget?
Maria Cordero
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Maria Cordero  28/Cisgender Female
(28/Cisgender Female)   
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