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Feb 2020
I’m always on guard.
Always afraid.
Always on thin ice.
The eggshells-
They crunch beneath my feet.
Can’t say the wrong thing
Did I say the wrong thing?
Right and wrong.
Right and wrong.
Black and white-
Somewhere in between?
Written by
Malia  16/F/Stuck in my home :p
(16/F/Stuck in my home :p)   
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   --- and Carlo C Gomez
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