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Apr 2016
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You're hopeless.
Completely utterly lost.
This bizarre abyss of feelings is haunting,
Even your councillor has no idea what you're on about.
Despite this you charge head on,
Armour strong longsword drawn.
Then you shatter into pieces,
As anxiety strokes your face.
Rhiannon
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Rhiannon  United Kingdom
(United Kingdom)   
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   Nigel Finn
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