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May 2019
If I could unfold
I would be told
to forget the past, run away
and face today
they wouldn't see
my biggest plea
to take a knife
and end my life.
What they would see
is a girl like me
who fought to keep her friends happy
In the end
I fell again
but no one was there
No one would care
that someone like me
suffered by three
just to keep her friends happy.
Kera Daniels
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Kera Daniels
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