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Apr 2016
Tears are for the weak they said,
Even though they cry at night,
Light a candle and watch.it.drip.
It will happen to all your lies

Watching from the corner,
pretending to belong in there,
But its ones like I that see,
through your wall of..

standing in the corner
believing you should be there,
but its the ones like  you that see,
through the wall
Martyna Maselskyte
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Martyna Maselskyte  24/F/Ireland
(24/F/Ireland)   
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