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Apr 2018
i live in this store
where everything is 99 cents
people every day come around and look
they touch they call to ask is it okay to buy this
im nice to them i give it all away just for that price
but then at least once a year
they see        ((    it    ))        in the corner with the blue walls
no matter how much i hide it
it is for special clients
but no
they all start screaming angrily
''why is it 1 dollar this is a 99 cents store?''
and they all want it they always touch it
without permission
slowly or roughly
and then with eyes wide open they run
and never buy it
my skin hanging everywhere
and a ****** pig heart
just for all of you
to see
Evie
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Evie  25/F
(25/F)   
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     Benji James, Sam, Surbhi Dadhich and Kalliope
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