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Sep 2017
"How are you" is the only thing that you ask
every day on the phone
and i tell you "I'm fine"
but I'm alone
I yearn for warmth
in the cold of night
and hugging my pillow tight
Drinking tea at 3 am because
The panic attacks were too much
for me to lay my exhausted body on
my pillow full of tears
Emma
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Emma  14/F/Somewhere.
(14/F/Somewhere.)   
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