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Mar 2014
I can feel their stares.
The look of pity they give me.
My once friends who look at me as if they knew better of me.
Except they never even knew the real me.
My crazy filled eyes wander around the white room.
They think I can't see their eyes looking at me.
Ashley Estevez
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Ashley Estevez  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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   Mackenzie Gibson
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