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Aug 2014
Please tell me that you believe me, because I am drowning.
I cannot live life knowing that she believes a lie.

Please tell me that you believe me, because I am not ok.
I am the one walking with stabs from a knife that I was accused of throwing. I just happened to step forward at the wrong time, so here I am:

Like a picture or a painting that people look at with tilted heads and squinted eyes, I was pressed to a wall; framed.
Lahela
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Lahela  24/F/Hawaii
(24/F/Hawaii)   
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   ---, Sue, paper boats and Goingawayayayay
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