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Nov 2023
Never let go.
Just a sip of strong.
Left to my own.
What was the test?
Must not confess.
Keep it covered.
Who will know?
Felt that way.
Too shy to own.
No regret for then.
Was it just selfish.
Was it for purpose.
But, now-
My own private wrong.
Rebecca
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Rebecca  59/F/Virginia
(59/F/Virginia)   
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