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Apr 2018
Why does no one see me?
Why won't they talk to me?
Why are they scared of me?...
I just want to say hi and make them smile.
I can't do that all they do is cry and scream.
What did I do?
I guess I was made to scar but to make happy.
If you can't figure out this is on death's point of view
Amy Duckworth
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Amy Duckworth  14/F
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