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Nov 2016
How do people do it
This thing this life
I just don't get it
There's no purpose in mine
It's like the sun that rises
Will only fall
And the clouds that cover
Shed tears for us all
The oceans offer safety
In a dangerous form
They offer solitude
Their cold hands seem warm
The trees that surround
Seem barren and bare
For when I look to them
I see my body hanging there
Joanna Alexandre
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Joanna Alexandre  22/F/Perth, WA
(22/F/Perth, WA)   
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