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Apr 2014
Its going to be okay I told myself.
But what is 'OKAY'?
When the world finally stops?
When the resists stop being first choice?
When a permanent smile is the only thing that shows?
I don't know what feels like to be okay.
But I know what it feels like, when I don't feel like crap.
And when I don't think about him, I don't feel like crap.
I feel, what I believe is to be okay...
Sydney Marie
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Sydney Marie  26/F/Canada
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