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Feb 2018
Dripping, flowing
What a harsh feeling
Such pain the're creating
My head and my chest won't stop aching.

Painful wounds
Like endlessly hitting a wood
Pain that none understood
To them, effort is never too good.

I had my limit
They broke it
But they don't know it
The danger within it.
an0nym0us
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an0nym0us  17/F/Philippines
(17/F/Philippines)   
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         an0nym0us, J, A H Butler and unknown
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