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Aug 2016
Bonds break
What was once there
Is now not
Is but a memory shared

Tears are cried
In secret rooms
As so to keep up an appearance
Without all the gloom

Tell me this
Why don't you call?
I'm here waiting
Feeling small

Inferior,
Lesser,
But I know
I'm equal as is every human soul
Clodagh O'Sullivan
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Clodagh O'Sullivan
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