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Feb 2022
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Just like mom and dad
she was tired
she put on a smile
just like her parents
she cried quietly
drawing with pens of silver
not like her parents
finally herself
creating a level of hatred
that only she would have

only she could know

prized possessions
Written by
paschelaco  20/F/NC
(20/F/NC)   
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