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Nov 2019
I spill over my skin
An over-emotional mess
I am a puddle
You are a stone
I feel so much
That I overload and forget how to feel
But you are a stone
I don’t know if you’re sad
You wouldn’t tell me if you could.
What if I told you I’m both of these people!
Written by
Malia  16/F/Stuck in my home :p
(16/F/Stuck in my home :p)   
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   Lamar Cole
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