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Jan 5
I write to make sense of the chaos in my head
Trying to speak the words only leaves them on the tip of my tongue
For if they left my lips and floated to someone else's ears
I'm almost certain there would be a crusade of my bones
Instead of a compassionate understanding of my soul
Written by
Katy  22/F
     Colten Sorrells, Floo, AprilS and Neuvalence
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