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Flintridge sacred heart
Young Writer's Society
presents
Verité
2021-2022
Not Yet
by Emilie Risha
I love myself for my silly writing, and the secret it is that no one will share
I love myself despite the wolves’ fighting, and all that shit piled on my chair
I could continue beyond tongue-biting, and let it run without a care
But to love myself is truly frightening, and in this moment, I wouldn’t dare
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