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Sep 2017
I count the minutes that pass by on the clock,
smiling at how stupid I was,
for letting you in, when you were false
after all, I'm young
and can't make decisions;
I can't even decide what to wear on the first day back,
to a hell hole that makes me depressed
And it's not like anyone will care
but i still want your approval anyway
Kinda like flatsound
Emma
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Emma  14/F/Somewhere.
(14/F/Somewhere.)   
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   --- and abi evans
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