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Mar 2012
Look at you,
claiming your perfect.
Are you really?
I get cut down all the time,
you always say I did the crime.
No I'm not grown and you are,
but that doesn't mean you should go so far.
I'm breaking slowly,
almost gone.
But sadly,
you just carry on.
Nicole Williamson
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