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Aug 2014
Why do I do that?
Why am I so abnormal?
I go to speak,
And my voice creaks,
And my face flushes red.
So I over correct,
Too loud, too direct,
Desperately avoiding the tears I'll shed.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
(27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell)   
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