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Jan 2019
i am in my black clothes,
i wear the colour of death,
i sob,i sigh,i wonder why
i go on drawing breath.
nobody loves me,
nobody cares,
i cannot eat,i canot drink,
i cannot talk on the phone.
i hold my tongue and
close my eyes,
i shut my mouth up tight.
i am in my black clothes,
won't someone see my plight?
rhiannon
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rhiannon  16/F/Telford
(16/F/Telford)   
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