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Apr 2019
My back hurts.
Words impaling the skin,
like knives.

I look over my shoulder.
Greeted by the friendliest of smiles.
My dear friend.

I smiled back.
#BehindYourBack #Sad #FakeFriend
Written by
Sevki  22/M/Australia, Melbourne
(22/M/Australia, Melbourne)   
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