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Oct 2015
Bleeding from both arms,
Slowly dying.
Sound blocked out,
Yet you still hear the crying.
Room going dark,
You see the demons forming.
Awaiting your stay,
They all seem to be swarming.
Issy
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Issy
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   Emily Joyce
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