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Sep 2017
Behind a pretty cover is where my healing soul waits.

Hiding from the world that destroyed me once before.

From the gaps in the pages i see others alike me being broken down

What I would give for the chance to pull them in out of the rubble,

But I can't

I'm healing

I protect my pretty cover,

Because it's all I have left.
Inspired to write this poem
Ella
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Ella  14/F
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       guy scutellaro, Cam and lilac
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