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Feb 2020
it becomes me.
i am it.
we blend in harmony,
you and me.

a bird with clipped wings
am i;
no desire to fly,
nor the strength.
i become nothing.
who am i,
now that i am alone?
my mouth opens,
but i no longer have any breath.
it was hard to come up with a title for this
Megan Joseph
Written by
Megan Joseph  18/F
(18/F)   
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   MS Anjaan, Flynn and Carlo C Gomez
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