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<>i remember my old books
books that held my secrets
pressed between sheets of paper
thinner than my precious young skin
tales of sorrow and sin
who do i keep or who to unfriend
they PROMISED to protect us
this community
mired in distrust, lust and lies
they PROMISED to lift us
but elevation wasn't even a shadow
in those rooms
and i still feel betrayed
and i still feel hurt
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