pinkies | poem

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I am okay, I promise


Would I ever lie to you?

And maybe, our truths are a little different

Nonetheless, I am fine

Because I am so used to feeling this way

 Do not fret, my love

I am well

enough


And that is my 

     truth

-n.c

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