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Feb 2015
why is it that I can’t leave my things
without you having to open them
they are mine, and they are personal
they will scare you and make you cry
so for your own good, don’t open them
my world is darker than the color black
you have never been where i am and
you will never understand it so don’t,
leave my things alone, they are mine

*(s.m)
Written by
SMN  20/F/Aarhus, Denmark
(20/F/Aarhus, Denmark)   
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