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Still Life
Growing up With Death
A Visual Memoir
I was fine
I was happy
I split myself in two, sometimes three
different ways.
to fit in.
but I always denied my truth
never in sync with my internal and my external.
I couldn't be,
I was never happy inside.
I was always pretending on the outside.
always denying my truth.
I was exhausted.
I was pretending.
I split myself in two, sometimes three
different ways.
to fit in.
but I always denied my truth
never in sync with my internal and my external.
I couldn't be,
I was never happy inside.
I was always pretending on the outside.
always denying my truth.
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