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Mar 2018
the salty tears streaming down
my tired eyes taste of defeat,
I look myself in the mirror
each day and ask how
will I make it to tomorrow?
I’ve done this everyday
for as long as I can remember
yet somehow I’m still here
March 14th~han
An ode to the hardest months I’ve lived through
han
Written by
han  18/F
(18/F)   
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     skyler and Emma Price
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