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Jul 2018
The longer I go,
The harder it is,
To want,
To become,
To try,
To live.
The steps are heavy and the breathing is difficult, and when will I see what it is I’ve worked so hard for?
Time progresses as the fire in my soul declines,
The shadow is no longer a visiter but a imitation of what it means to be
“Me”.
Autumn
Written by
Autumn  24/F
(24/F)   
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     Meenu, SJJE, Elizabeth Squires and Lucas
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