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Feb 2016
when I was young
I felt like
I was a tower of cards
left to be blown
from the wind
after all the hard effort
just the smallest turbulence
and I came crashing down
but I learn now
and have glued those edges
together,
so when the next blow of wind comes
I can stand strong and proud
with all of my ****
placed well in order
Eriko
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Eriko  24/F/USA
(24/F/USA)   
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