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Jun 2019
I
Like flies to a window
I am disillusioned.

Like damp wood
I crumble.

Like ice
I melt.

Like a blunt pencil
I am futile.

Like light
I die.

Like a story
I end.

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Lara Mari
Written by
Lara Mari  21/F/Warwick University
(21/F/Warwick University)   
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