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Mar 2018
this doubt,
its within myself.
it changes my perspective,
on both life and death.
suddenly I don't fear death,
I don't fear the thought of a gun to my head,
as someone else pulls the trigger.
I fear failing and letting down everyone near me.
as the tears flow down my cheek like
a faucet never turned back off,
I fear being not enough.
Alivia Anderson
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Alivia Anderson  16/F
(16/F)   
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     --- and Kwamé
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