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Aug 2017
Ah yes,
Take the anxiety and the panic
that has diseased my body.

Then bring it to your cold heart,
craft it into a fine, elaborate sword,

And finally,
Proceed to stab me in the back with the demons I thought you helped me fight off.
Written by
Megan Foster  17/F/Ireland
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