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Feb 2020
My mind my soul my spirit
runs free as the blowing wind
but the rain can bring a downpour
a slightly depressing tinge
of grey and black
surrounds the sky
it gets hard to breathe
there is no point me lying here
if you’re not lying with me
Frances Pritchard
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Frances Pritchard  28/F
(28/F)   
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