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Feb 22
Stepping off the edge
Into the dark i fall again
Everything fading as i spiral down
Through the depths of my mind
The things i have found
Among the secrets i hide
From even myself
The truth it does lie
On a dusty old shelf
Tucked neatly away
And safe out of reach
Are all of the memories
I dare to keep
Some may be good
Some may be bad
But they all tell a story
From the life that I've had
Now as its ending
The last thing I'll say
Is to keep memories close
You may need them
Some day
Written by
Janice  18/F
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