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Jan 2014
Their eyes follow me
Their whispers hit my back
Like the dagger you
Split me with
Everyone knows
That I am not fine
And I am lying
When I act like it
Their looks of pity
Burn in my stomach
And behind my eyes

I do not need pity
I am not weak
I will do whatever it takes
To become myself again
To stand up for myself
I will not bow
Mattea Marie
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