Who am I? Who am I to
Decide what I do and where I go?
I can feel the pressure of the
Question why, but I do not know. I hide. I
Hide behind a face that is not mine, a face that
Has not cried. A face that has seen the beauty when the
Stars align with the moon. I am blind. I am blind to life and
Laughter and love, but I do not mind. One day I will see the light above. I
Hurt. I hurt because of my past, my present,
My future, because he chose to flirt, because
His name still tugs at the suture on my heart…

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