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Mar 2019
Sometimes I wonder
when I'll stop being a table
tired of people weighing me down;
beginning to croak with strain
no matter how strong my legs are
I find it harder to support myself

Continuously, every day
I feel just a bit flatter
Jenna
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Jenna  18/F
(18/F)   
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   Colm, --- and Mohannie
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