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Jun 2019
Hate feeling like this
The dried tear stains on my face
I smile anyway
You wont ever read this, but oh well. You helped me tonight, C, when one of my oldest friends told me he couldnt talk. So thank you.
Written by
Zoe Grace  16/F/NSW, Australia
(16/F/NSW, Australia)   
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