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Apr 2014
When the sun goes down, and night starts to fall
all of my happy splattered on the wall
my insides twisted, not being sure what to call
the disdain imprinted not only on my face
but the monsters now pretending to be me.

Or me pretending that I'm not a monster.
Shiloh
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Shiloh  33/F/Oregon
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