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Apr 2019
I wouldn’t call us a party.
It was at the beginning,
But not any more.
You don’t acknowledge my
Existence any more,
But never mind.
There’s always another party,
Always an excuse to dance.
day 23 of escapril - when the party's over
Written by
Alicia  19/F/UK
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