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Sep 2015
Around my neck,
Three beads,
That mean too much to me.

Within my mind,
A girl,
That no one else can see.

But one word,
It snaps,
The whole thing falls apart.

The necklace becomes,
My noose,
That hangs and chokes my heart.
Parsavagely Kompenere
Written by
Parsavagely Kompenere  19/F/Yorkshire
(19/F/Yorkshire)   
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