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Dec 2018
You keep saying you miss this girl
This girl that was always happy
Always smiling
And was never a problem

You keep asking
Where did she go?
I tell you I don’t know
I don’t know where she went
But I’m lying
Because I know where she is
She is dead
She was killed by life
And all she left was a mess
A problem
And that’s me
Written by
Iris Naustdal  17/F/Norway
(17/F/Norway)   
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   Mohan Sardarshahari
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