Kerenza
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The room around Anastasia was a sterile white, but it was made palatable by multiple colorful posters on the walls all around her. The desks were arranged in a circle, with others pushed to the side. It was one of those classrooms with one of those teachers.
She walked up to the bookshelf filled with books and pulled out the little notebook she had spent so much time staring at that day. She pulled out a pen and tried out her hand.
Not a diary
But a book of secrets
Rolls of truths
Tucked into lies
Every word
So perfectly chosen
And yet I
Chosen by none at all
Every word
So perfectly chosen
But I.
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