Out Of Distress
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Ongoing
Last published Mon, Jan 11, 2016
It's a lie. Lie that you can't hide.
But hiding is my talent. I can act fine. Young. Wild and Free. Even tho it's hurt a lot causing me to be fragile and now I'm sure that I'm out of distress.
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