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May 2018
Stored away in a ***
Is a concoction
Made of a mind full of unsaid thoughts
And a heart full of hurtful emotion
Set on the stove
With only one motive
To Poison  
The ones who left me astray
Left me to wilt away and decay
You’ll hear what I have say
These hurtful feelings will now be served your way
I hope you like the way it taste
Because this concoction is something only you could create
The way you caused me pain
And then just walked away
Going about your day  
As if everything was okay
Left me in is disbelief
They say revenge isn’t the key
but it is my relief
Margarita Kamara
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Margarita Kamara  19/F/Virginia
(19/F/Virginia)   
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