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Jan 2022
She cries herself to sleep every night,
shivering under the covers, trying to fight
the demons that haunt her dreams.
Yet to others everything isn't as it seems.
A smile stretched across her round face,
pushes everyone's suspicions away.

She wishes she could push away the demons
the same way she pushes away her feelings.
What nobody realizes is that their obliviousness is what's killing me. I would sell my soul just to have someone to talk to...
Sarah Spencer
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Sarah Spencer  19/F/Indiana
(19/F/Indiana)   
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