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Jun 2019
you see him constantly breaking me down
his words like daggers, his arms around
my neck, i drop and fall to the ground
my words stuck, i cant make a sound
i can't protest, i can't even cry
still too numb to even try
i can't breathe, i can't breathe
Mida Burtons
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Mida Burtons  17/F/Bristol
(17/F/Bristol)   
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   Yann and Colm
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