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Dec 2016
people walk past me,
not noticing the subtle hellos
no one knows the small,
fragile girl that sits alone at lunch
no one nears the girl who curls up
in the corner, avoiding the crowd
chris
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chris  21/F/tokyo
(21/F/tokyo)   
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