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Mar 2014
In a hundred years
within dusty photographs,
children will wonder
why we never smiled.
But the truth is
that I was done
with concealing this sadness.
And the children will wonder
why we're so sad.
Because society told me
that I needed to hate myself.
Erin
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Erin
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   Theia Gwen
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