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Oct 2016
A girl sobbing in the corner
writing down poems of her life.
She writes,
the flowers she touched died;
the people she kept cried and left.
Her past is her reflection
and in the future she cries
for that she has chaotic mind and rotten hands.
unintentionally hurt the people around you till they despise you and left.
Cara May
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Cara May
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