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Aug 2022
Love is at the door
Do I answer it or leave it to wait more. Hide away untill the tears are gone, untill one day I'm big and strong. I cant possibly show that there is something wrong.
If answer the door which mask shall I wear? The night is young, how should I appear? someone happy and full of life or unspiral intosomeone I totally despise.
Monique
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Monique  22/F/New Zealand
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