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Nov 2019
My soul fell out
It’s on the pavement -
Sprawled, a mess
You see it
And your head is turned.
I want to hide it
But it’s out there
In the open
People tread on it
Still, you stare.
Written by
Hannah  16/F
(16/F)   
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   TS Ray and Bogdan Dragos
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