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Feb 2020
I write in pencil
so my thoughts remain temporary

Rubbed out
erased
never existed

And I never confronted their concrete weight
as I sweep the rubbery remains of anxiety with my bleeding fingers

Well let me pour
my heavy fears onto a page
and maybe one day
lead will turn to ink
24.1.2020
ellie
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ellie  22/F/Britain
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