Keep My Secret
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I've always had a huge secret. Always been different, and always picked last for everything. Basketball games growing up meant; me, sitting alone, on a wooden bench, on the side lines. Football pep rally's meant; all the cheerleaders got together and, even though I was one, I never got invited to the head cheerleaders house to talk about boys or fashion. I was completely alone and no one but my parents knew why. I was...a fallen angel.
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