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Feb 2021
I used to smile
with my eyes
without faking
but that was a long time ago.
Now I hide.
I make myself smaller, invisible, so no one looks.

If they do, they may see me.
And what then?

                                      fear.
Written by
Em Becker
77
   Troy Wylie-Hill
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