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Mar 2014
Where is the armor
That I used to wear
to hide
Where is the shelter
I used to find
inside
I fear you
Even though
I've got nothing to hide
The truth hurts love
Sit back and let me cry
Sometimes I need to be
alone
Sometimes I'm done
Pretending I'm grown
I've aged so much
And changed so little
But when I look at you
All I want to do is smile
Roughest of rough drafts--- needs editing
Anne
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Anne  Boston, Massachusetts
(Boston, Massachusetts)   
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