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Sep 2018
Writing things down means someone can read them.
Someone can read my mind.
But with that comes a fine.
A fine you won’t wish to pay
Because that fine
Is knowing my mind
And the thoughts that disperse in it.
That fine is listening to my thoughts
And thinking you ought
To say something
Because otherwise
You don’t know where I’ll end up.
Written by
Addie Kay  16/F/Wherever you are.
(16/F/Wherever you are.)   
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