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Oct 26
Faked tears
    Fall to the ground
Plock plock plock

They **** with your mind

             You can’t think

                                                ­               You twirl and twirl

     It gets to your head

                    You can’t think.  
            ­         So you act.

Regretful dullness fills you the next morning.

                       Look away

You cry                                                          

                                   ­                                                                Faked tears

                                                            ­   Fall to the ground.
Written by
Allie Pine  15/F/Montréal
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