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Oct 2014
A shrug is all she gives to them
A simple I'm alright, just tired to ease them
The questions stopped coming then
All she has is what she knows about the world around her
This tiredness won't go until
She finds a better cage for herself
And so she says It's alright, I'm good
To find her way
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