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Mar 2020
My fault?
I smiled when I would rather cry.
And when I felt the pressure on my chest,

"It’s fine," I lied.

But is it my fault for hiding,
or is it their fault for making me hide?
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Written by
Maja  15/F
(15/F)   
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     --- and Emmett
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