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Jun 2019
Trade.
Consider it a trade.
Closure, in return for my heart against a blade.
I used to be afraid.
But now, Iā€™m only afraid of someone noticing my lack of aide.
To try and help me as I fade.
For this trade,
Will end my tragic, awful escapade.
Written by
Anna  14/F
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