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Apr 2016
I'm hidding behind a see through door.
My chest is full of feathers unable to carry air anymore.
Just wrap your hands around my fragile soul.
Turn my young mind into something old.
My heart raced too fast.
I wished every breath was my last.
Then I saw her.
For one of my best friends...
Ana S
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