Messed Up

Messed Up

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Was it the case that you saw me before I saw you or was it the first time I had actually caught the stares you often sent me? You were standing a mere distance from me yet the intensity of your stares felt as though you were directly before me. I hardly remember how I caught the glimpse of you but I think it was because you seemed odd in that overcrowded parking lot at the Canterbury high school. ************* It started with stares. It ended with bloodshed. It had love but doesn't love come with heartbreak? I was born Kiara, I died Kia. It's Messed Up. My family My love life My identity Me.
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