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Jul 2018
Throat hurts from the smoke
These thoughts provoked
I feel it breaking
My life disrupted
I promised myself otherwise
Do you know how to read?
This label reads fragile

I'm feeling impulsive
Anything to run away
You want to be reckless
Such a harsh thing to say
Liz
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Liz  25/F
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