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Apr 2019
my sins are destroying me
tearing at me piece by piece,
all my mistakes and my hopes
my hopes that reach up to the sun like Icarus on wax wings,
destined to burn up in the cosmos and send me plummeting
round and round i go on this carousal of my demons
its all in my head but i cant stop it
maybe next time i just wont fly so high
Written by
olivia marie  15/F
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