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Jan 2018
I am a rock.
The injured rest on me,
The oblivious chip away at me,
The strong look down upon me,
The happy misunderstand me,
The other rocks ignore me,
The mad admire me.
But
This rock is crumbling.
Eleanor
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Eleanor  16/F/UK
(16/F/UK)   
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