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Apr 2018
He is a decorative box
      I am a flower
            My insides spill
                  I am ripped apart
                      My green dulls to brown
                            Receiving nothing
                        I give him my heart
                   I am left behind believing
              One day I might grow taller
          But in reality
      I only grow
  Smaller
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Chloe Hunt
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Chloe Hunt  22/F
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