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Sep 2018
I have to write the words so there out of my brain, they never stop flowing I'm so close to been insane.
Nobody will listen nobody cares, all alone so many nightmares.
So many poems all over the place, still can't believe I was treated with such a disgrace.
Every day the images get clearer as I think them all through,
I'll never be able to grasp why I stopped myself seeing the real you.
Written by
Kirsty white  122/F/Bradford
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