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Jan 2018
I am an idea.
I allow others to change me ,
View me,
And listen to me.
I am okay with all of this.
But what’s not okay,
Is when I get ignored.
I start to die.
I get
Quieter,
Smaller,
And weaker.
Until the day I disappear.
I am no longer heard.
I was an idea
Written by
Kelly  15/F
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