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Jun 2010
There is this constant suppression
of all my aggression
and my actions
that never make it out my mouth.
Ever since fifth grade
I have been trying so hard
not to say the things
that would boost me out.
So I became this actor
like the ones in my own scene
who glimpse at the camera
beady eyes with no soul.
I could be staring at a mirror and I-
I would never really know.
Written by
Laura Lee Burkhardt
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