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Jan 29
It cannot only be me
Who unfortunately
Thinks to myself
Bashedly
“If I were to go
Would they even know?
Stand in the doorway
And want to say
“You won’t see me from this day”
But it would be foolish show of despair
I’m not going anywhere
Written by
Krista Delle Femine  50/F/Massachusetts
(50/F/Massachusetts)   
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