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Apr 2013
Do not look at me and weep,
I am not an object you can keep.

I didn't cut myself to die,
I did it to survive.

People are not things people can fix.
They are beautifully designed projects,
To be individually selfish.

So I must ask you my dear,
My love,
Instead of weep
Just wait for me to sleep.
Anna Lee
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Anna Lee
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