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Feb 2014
Yes.
They stare.
It’s as though I am to fault,
yet no one is brave enough to jump into my path and plainly state it.
Their cruel, questioning eyes don’t hold back like their tongues though.
I heard somewhere that tongues are like leather belts hitting you.
If only these people used theirs.
It would hurt much less...
Jennifer Arndt
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Jennifer Arndt  Alberta
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