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Day 3-Strength?

Written By: Kitten - Jun• 05•16

I keep getting told how strong I am. That I’m the strongest person someone knows. Do they even know me? Do they see beyond the shell that I carry for the outside world? I am a nervous shattered wreck inside. I’m just very skilled at hiding it from everyone but a few select people. I was even able to avoid breaking down in front of Jeff until last night, when I finally admitted I was scared. I am not strong. I am good at disguises. You don’t see what happens once I close my front door. You don’t see what happens once I am alone. Alone, I can’t hide from anyone. I don’t have to. I can let it out. I don’t have to worry about the look of pity. I don’t want anyone’s pity. I don’t want to be known as the one with cancer. I’m still trina. I’m still the kick ass cheer coach, I’m still the kick ass basketball coach. I just have some messed up bone marrow. Don’t pity me, please. This is why j wear my disquise. The disquise of strength. The disquise of courage. (279)

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