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Aug 2018
Memorise
In the mirror, I see your eyes
I hate the lies
that you spit, through your cries
I see you look up to the skies
rise
rise
rise
another prize
now I size,
you up. I see the spies
I no longer fantasize
But you can't see through my disguise
Cheyanne Hopkins
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Cheyanne Hopkins  18
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   Lorenzo Neltje
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