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May 2021
I don't think you've met the real me

how am I  perceived

forgot your gift

will you save empty boxes for me

people treat me like I want them too

it's very nice knowing you'd hate the real me

things I never say

I think I'm good right here

six feet away
eileen
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eileen
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