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Tabatha Cromer Dec 2019
Erratically  open
Indifferently flowed
For but a young one to know
To hide from what you see
And hope it not to be
In youthful ignorance fear persists
Sencing what made no since
Embracing a mess that drove her mad
Fighting less balance is had
Understanding now where she went wrong
No reason to fear all along

— The End —