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Oct 2018
The cut wasn't deep,
No blood was shed,
It was just the pain,
Of scratches on my leg,
Leaning against the wall,
Leaning till I fall,
Crying on the floor,
Not because of simple pain,
But because of the emotions,
I have to endure.

Letting it all out,
Till I feel empty inside,
This was just the beginning,
Of what I have to hide,
Hiding behind my smile,
Is ever so tough,
Now hiding behind my long sleeves,
Is going to be rough...
Written by
Erin Johnson  18/F
(18/F)   
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       Fernanda, Yann, Qiver and Hannah Field
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