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Jul 2018
why
why am i always
so ******* tired

no matter how much i sleep

why do i scream at my mother
get out
when she only wants to give me her love

i am sick


and in my brain
there lives a dark and cunning monster
who has the prettiest face
i have ever seen

for some reason
i think this is why
Anna
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Anna  22/F
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     MacKenzie Warren and Wyatt
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