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Apr 2013
I am not who you think I am.                                            
The smile on my face is full of sadness.
My lips speak words that I do not mean at all.
It all happened when I realized that no one really cares.
Why should one admit how ****** life is?
Susana
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Susana  21/F/NJ
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