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Sep 2017
I thought I'd hit my lowest point,
that I had nowhere left to sink,
that the darkest place I could ever reach
was stuck within my finger-tips.

But I can see the light shining through
from behind fingers solidly stuck,
And I guess I didn't have much to loose
before I could build myself back up.
Written by
Evie Richards  17/F/UK
(17/F/UK)   
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     Evie Richards and Surbhi Dadhich
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