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Jul 2016
It's not morning yet, I still have a little time:

For my body to rest.
My movements are lucid,
My mind is a mess.
Sleep is elusive.

I begin to breakdown,
I am afloat on the sea.
I try notΒ Β to drown.
The darkness consumes me.
bad
Chloe Chapman
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Chloe Chapman  Cambrige
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