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GIRL INTERRUPTED
GIRL INTERRUPTED
6.29.2004 FRUSTRATION
Disclaimer: This is not a poem 'coz I can't write poems. I can only read and appreciate poetry wishing that I had created it.
Why do you look at me as if I'm not there? I strain to hear your voice but instead I am filled with deafening silence. You look past me and never really see me. I feel small. I feel naked. Speak to me. ![]() ![]()
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GIRL INTERRUPTED
GIRL INTERRUPTED
Hi! I am Rachelle and this is my online journal. Hear what I have to say. Look and see inside of me. Enter the mind of a girl, interrupted. ![]()
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