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Mar 2016
Your desperate tears mean nothing to him
For all he knows, the second they are wiped away
You go back to your happy whim
Your damaged eyes amount to little
For all he knows, the second they are hid away
You're no longer feeling brittle
Annie McLaughlin
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Annie McLaughlin  18/F/Arkansas
(18/F/Arkansas)   
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