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Aug 2018
mirror mirror on the wall

blood is scattered down the hall

mother thrown onto the bed

father has finally lost his head

police are running from their car

bruises are forming down my arm

never come back father said

no longer alive i feel dead

mirror mirror on the wall

will the suffering stop at all?
hannah cook
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hannah cook  18/F/Portland
(18/F/Portland)   
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     Shiv Pratap Pal and SPT
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