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Nov 2017
This is what you see when
you look through the eyes
of the broken,
the red dripping down
nobody around
you feel tears
on your cheeks
this goes on for weeks
you put a smile on your face
just for a few hours
and you listen to them call you a coward
you think of all of the words that
have gone unspoken
this is what happens
through the eyes of the broken.
Ni
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Ni  18/F
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