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Feb 2019
I miss the days that I didn’t know I would.
The good days.
Where everything was perfect
but I had no idea,
That the constant flood of sadness was in my near forecast.
That the unwanted landlord of pain was knocking at my door.
That the desperate hunger for belonging was grumbling in my stomach.
Phoebe johnson
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Phoebe johnson  16/F
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   Perry
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