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Jun 2018
It was like a blanket
Pulling me under over and over again
No matter what I did, if I escaped
It always came back
Telling me I was never enough
Saying everything bad was because of me
As I would cry and cry
I just wished I would die
Kat
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Kat  17/F/Everywhere
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