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Jan 2019
Whose hoodie is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch him frown. I cry hello.

He gives his hoodie a shake,
And sobs until the tears make.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The hoodie is welcoming, safe and deep,
But he has promised to keep,
Until then he shall not sleep.
He lies in bed with ducts that weep.

He rises from his bitter bed,
With thoughts of sadness in his head,
He idolizes being dead.
Facing the day with never-ending dread.
Written by
Hailey Albergo  17/F/Florida
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