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Aug 2019
Feel the coldness?
It is the oldest,
Every time
As I cry.

Makes me numb
I know I'm dumb.
Looking at you
Unreachable.

Why does it hurt
I'm not yours
Never was
Truth

Tears fall down
A heart stops
Stupid me
All these feels.

I've never known
The butterflies
Are made of
Knives.

Save me! If
you can see me.
I know it's hard
I'm full of scars.

I need help
Why can't anyone
see I struggle
To stay alive.
Written by
Luce Nevys  18/F
(18/F)   
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