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May 2017
The lights shine on me,
I can't seem to hide.
This is too much for me,
I can't seem to breathe.

God, save me,
Please don't go.

The walls are closing in,
There's no space for me.
This is too much for me,
I can't seem to breathe.

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Little Azaleah
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Little Azaleah  21/F/BN
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