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Jun 2018
Chipped nails,
Flecks of gold
Once open hearts,
Now turned cold.
Smudged lines,
Lines of black
Pointing to
What we lack.
Since what we have
Isn't enough
They tell us that
We're out of luck.
So, pen to paper
Many write
To try and hide,
Hide from spite.
No one reads
Until we're gone,
And few will wonder
What went wrong.
Silence will answer,
Answer our cries
As they continue
To feed us lies.
Written by
Saraphina  19/F
(19/F)   
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   Raj Bhandari
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