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May 2017

blankets all the way up to the chin
fingertips were cold,
looking for the warmth only you can give
it's the company of clouded thoughts
forcing the feeling of loneliness
to take over my soul
shards of glass stabbed my chest
when you saw you laughed
i tended to my own wounds
and now I'm happy at last.
Written by
Maxine  18/F
(18/F)   
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