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May 2014
This is the house where I live.
This is where I learned to have thick skin.
This is where I hid when I was broken.
This is where I healed.
And you can see broken smiles.
And hear fake laughs.
And feel hearts being stitched together.
In this house where I live, I learned to heal.
Gwendolyn
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