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Jun 2017
They don't realise when I say 'same old',
Nothings changed.
I'm still as torn and shredded,
As an unwanted page.
And I feel each rip,
As I watch each tear.
Yet I bite my lip
Knowing a soul is yet to care.
Written by
Apple on a Rose  Australia
(Australia)   
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