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Oct 2015
I am not a girl
I am a mess
Yet you force me in this dress
I'm so full of white lies
Bright eyes
Mouth to big for the sharp tongue
Spit the words
But I know whats best
Flat chest
Desperate to leave the nest
They don't get me
Silence, filling her
Drowning me
No demons, no darkness
Only absence
The girl that's not quite there
Human mix up
Running scared
Written by
Phoebe Caitlin  England
(England)   
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