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Oct 2017
The things in my wrist
They keep me alive
They fuel me
So I feel alright

The things in my wrist
They belong to me
Not you
Not everybody

But lately
My mind has been hazy
And I forgot about
The things in my wrist

And I attempted
To damage
To ruin
The things in my wrist

Because of me
Because of you
Because of everybody
Rebecca Sorenson
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Rebecca Sorenson  19/F
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