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Aug 18
I can’t let go of what I never had
Except an illusion
Goodbye mirage of what it could be
I displayed to you the true me
And you glanced, maybe
Occasionally
But pretended you couldn’t see
I’m done displaying
But I am not yet free
Written by
Krista Delle Femine  50/F/Massachusetts
(50/F/Massachusetts)   
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