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Aug 2018
It’s so hot in here
My skin’s going to give up
I’m sick of the air
Food’ll **** me one day

In a disorder
I’ll find my friends
But I’m so tired
I might just make it the end

This isn’t paranoia
I’ve seen it with my eyes
The men will break us down
Eat and leave us covered in flies.
Callum Foulds
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Callum Foulds  19/Non-binary/Northamptonshire
(19/Non-binary/Northamptonshire)   
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