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Apr 2018
I can’t tell you how long
I’ve felt this throng of deep desire
And the madness
It’s the saddest thing of all
But when I fall you pick me up
And up and up again
And you my friend, can do it all.
Sometimes I feel so **** small.

Least of all, Im sorry.
Emma-Jane
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Emma-Jane  17/F/Wherever
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